A:L; 


COL.  GEORGE  WASHINGTON  FLOWERS 
MEMORIAL  COLLECTION 


DUKE  UNIVERSITY  LIBRARY 
DURHAM.  N.  C. 


PRESENTED  BY 

W.  W.  FLOWERS 


THE 


CYMBAL: 


A   COLLECTION   OF 


BE  YMISrS 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS, 


AUGUSTA,     G-A..: 

J.  T.  PATERSON  &  CO.  PRINTERS  &  PUBLISHERS 
1864. 


HYMNS  FOR  SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 


L  OPENING    HYIUN. 

1  How  pleasant  here  again  to  meet; 

How  joyful  thus  to  raise 
Our  tuneful  notes  in  songs  so  sweet, 

To  our  Redeemer's  praise. 
To  us  he  has  been  ever  kind ; 

0,  blessed  be  his  name  ; 
He  iDears  us  still  upon  his  mind, 

His  love  remains  the  same, 

His  love  remains  the  same, 
He  bears  us  still  upon  his  mind ; 

His  love  remains  the  same. 

2  Then  let  us  strive,  while  we  have  breath 

His  precepts  to  obey ; 
For  soon  the  solemn  hour  of  death. 

Will  summon  us  away. 
The  dear  delights  we  now  enjoy, 

Will  then  have  passed  away; 
But  heav'n  affords  more  wsweet  employ, 

Tlirough  one  eternal  day, 

Through  one  eternal  day, 
But  heav'n  affords  more  sweet  employ, 

Through  one  eternal  day. 

L^  H'-  t3  i^i    i    ■  » 


THE     CYMBAL. 

^rS'RE    GOING    HOITIE    TO    I>I£ 
NO    ItlOKE. 

We  go  the  way  that  leads  to  God, 
The  way  that  saints  have  ever  trod; 
So  let  us  leave  this  sinful  shore,  i 

For  realms  vv'here  we  shall  die  no  more  J 

CJionis. 
We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
We're  going  home  to  die  no  moiej 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
We're  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

There  is  a  land  beyond  the  sky 
Where  happy  spirits  never  sigh, 
Then,  erring  souls,  jour  sins  deplore, 
And  sing  of  where  we'll  die  no  more. 
Choi'us. — We're  going  home,  etCr 

Come,  sinners,  come,  0^  come  along,      i 
And  join  our  happy  pilgrim  throng; 
Farewell,  vain  world,  and  all  your  store, 
We're  going  home,  to  die  no  more.         , 
Chorum. — We're  going  home,  etc. 


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^VE    ARE    PASSING    ATTAY. 

1  To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 


THE     CYMBAL. 


Chorus. — ^We  are  passing  away, 
"We  are  passing  away, 
We  are  passing  away, 
To  the  great  Judgment  Day. 

Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys ; 
Or,  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 

Chorus. — We  are  passing  away,  etc. 

Once  more  we  ask  you,  in  his  name, 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

Choirs. — We  are  pa?sing  away,  etc. 


O,    COinE,    JLET    US    SING. 

.  0,  come,  let  us  sing ! 

Our  youthful  hearts  now  swelling, 
To  God  above,  a  God  of  love ; 
>,  come,  let  us  sing! 
Our  joyful  spirits  glad  and  free, 
With  high  emotions  rise  to  thee, 
In  heavenly  melody — 
>,  come,  let  us  sing ! 

r\  /■^  ••-  o  r,  *-v 


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THE     CYMBAL. 

The  full  notes  prolong ; 
Our  festal  celebrating, 
We  hail  the  day  with  cheerful  lay» 

And  full  notes  prolong. 

Both  cheerful  youth  and  silvery  age 
And  childhood  pure,  the  gay,  the  sac 
These  thrilling  scenes  engage, 

Full  notes  to  prolong. 

All  full  chorus  join, 

To  Jesus  condescending, 

To  bless  our  race  with  heavenly  gra« 

Ail  full  chorus  join  I 
To  God  whose  mercy  on  us  smiled, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  reconciled 
By  Christ,  the  meek  and  mild, 

All  full  chorus  join  1 


5      1    HAVE     A    FATHER    I^    THK 
PROmiSED    L.AN». 

I  1  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land. 
My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go. 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

Chojiis. 
I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised-land, 
I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land. 
My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go, 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 

I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 
My  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go, 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

Chorus. — I'll  away,  I'll  away,  etc. 

I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
When  Jesus  calls  me,  1  must  go, 
To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land. 

Chorus. — I'll  away,  I'll  away,  etc. 

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IVAI^K    IN    THE    lilGHT. 

1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give — 

In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
■  Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live — 

In  the  light  of  God; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply — 
In  the  light,  in  the  light : 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die — 
In  the  light  of  God. 
Chorus. — Let  us  walk  in  the  light — 
Walk  in  the  light : 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light — 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity : 

Be  the  living  God  my  Friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

Choi'us, — Let  us  walk,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


I         I    KN01¥    THOU    ART    GONE. 

1  I  know  thou  arc  gone  to  the  home  of  thy 
rest ; 
Then  why  should  my  soul  be  so  sad  ? 
I  know  thou  art  gone  where  the  weary 
are  blest, 
And  the  mourner  looks  up  and  is  glad. 

Chonis. 

1  never  look  up  with  a  wish  to  the  sky, 
But  a  light  like  thy  beauty  is  there  ; 

And  I  hear  a  low  murmur  like  thine  in  reply, 
When  I  pour  out  my  spirit  in  prayer. 

2  In  thy  far  away  home,  wherever  it  be, . 

I  know  thou  hast  visions  of  mine  ; 
And  my  heart  hstth  revealings  of  thine 
and  of  thee. 
In  many  a  token  and  sigh. 

Chorus. — I  never  look  up,  etc. 

5  In  the  hush  of  the  night,  on  the  waste  of 
the  sea. 
Or  alone  with  the  breeze  on  the  hill, 
I  have  ever  a  presence  that  whispers  of 
thee. 
And  my  spirit  lies  down  and  is  still. 

Chorus. — I  never  look  up,  etc. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


irOUJLD  YOU  BE  AS  ANGEIiS  ARE. 

Would  you  be  as  angels  are, 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise ; 
Would  you  banish  every  care, 
Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise ; 
Like  the  lark  upon  the  wing, 
Like  the  warbling  bird  of  spring, 
Like  the  crystal  spheres  that  ring, 
Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise. 


If  the  world  upon  you  frown, 
Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 
If  you're  left  to  sing  alone. 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 
If  sad  trials  come  to  you. 
As  to  every  one  they  do, 
For  that  they  are  blessings  too, 
Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise. 


For  his  wondrous,  dying  love. 
Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 
That  he  intercedes  above, 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise  ; 

Thus,  whene'er  you  come  to  die, 

You  shall  soar  beyond  the  sky. 

And,  with  angel  choirs  on  high. 

Sing,  sing,  sing  his  praise. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

9      HAPPY    GREETING    TO    AL.&.. 

1  Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival 

song, 
And  hail  the  sweet  joys  which  this  day 

brings  along ; 
We'll  join  our  glad  voices  in  one  hymn  of 

praise, 
To  God  who  has  kept  us,  and  lengthened 
our  days. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting  to  all, 
Happy  gieeting  to  all. 

2  Our  Father  in  Heaven,  we  lift  up  to  thee. 
Our  voice  of  thanksgiving,  our  glad  jubilee 
Oh,  bless  us,  and  guide  us,  dear  Saviour 

we  pray. 
That  from  thy  blest  precepts  we  never  may 
stray. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  etc. 

'^  Kind  teachers,  we  children  would  thank 
you  this  day 
That  faithfully,  kindly,  you^e  taught  us^ 

the  way, 
How  we  may  escape   from  the   world'.s 

sinful  charms. 
And  find  a  safe  refuge  in  the  Saviour'* 
loved  arms. 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

4  Dear  Pastor,  we  ask  thee,  as  lambs  of  thy 

fold. 
To  teach  us  that  wisdom  more  precious 

than  gold, 
Our  footsteps  to  guide  in  the  pathway  of 

truth. 
To  "  love  our  Creator  in  the  days  of  our 

youth/' 

Chorus. — Happy  greeting,  etc. 

». 

10  'IVATCHinAN. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory  beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day  : 

Promised  day  of  Israel ! 
Traveller,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  darkness  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, " 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 


THE     CYMBAL. 


JUBILEE. 


Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord  : 

Listen  now,  listen  now, 
Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord, 

With  our  infant  lays. 
He  who  once  lay  in  a  manger. 
Now  enthroned,  our  blest  Redeemer, 
With  a  father's  love  has  said, 

He'd  accept  our  praise. 

"  Let  young  children  come  to  me," 

Jesus  said,  Jesus  said  ; 
"Let  young  children  come  to  me. 

And  forbid  them  not— 
For  of  such,"  the  Saviour  told  them, 
"Is  composed  my  heavenly  kingdom. 
What  a  rapturous  thought  it  is, 

Christ  forgets  us  not ! 

Let  us  love,  and  now  adore  ; 

Love  him  now,  love  him  now ; 
Let  us  love,  and  now  adore, 

In  our  youthful  strength. 
Let  us  never  grieve  our  Saviour, 
Who  hath  died  to  win  us  favor — 
Ah !  this  tho't  should  melt  our  hearts. 

Children's  hearts  can  melt. 

But  we'll  have  a  joyous  song, 
Joyous  song,  joyous  song ; 


THE     CYMBAL. 

But  we'll  have  a  joyous  song 

For  our  jubilee. 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever; 
This  will  make  us  joyous  ever. 
Saviour,  hear  this  praise  to  thee, 

Who  remembered  me. 


■ 

12  THE    ANCHOR. 

1  Days,  and  weeks,  and  months,  returning, 

Bear  us  gently  down  life's  way ; 
Still  their  lesson  we  are  learning, 
With  each  anniversary  day. 

Chorus. 
We'll  stand  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long. 

We'll  anchor  by-and-by  ; 
We'll  stand  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long. 

We'll  anchor  by-and-by. 

2  Glad  for  classmates  and  for  teachers. 

Guiding  us  with  gentle  rule  ; 
Glad  for  all  the  gifts  that  reach  us. 
Thro'  our  own  loved  Sabbath  School. 
Chorus. — We'll  stand  the  storm,  etc- 

3  Let  us  not  forget  the  meaning. 

Days  like  thee  for  ever  wear  ; 
One  more  field  has  had  its  gleaning, 
One  more  sheaf  our  arms  should  bear. 
Chorus. — We'll  stand  the  storm,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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THE    SABBATH    SCHOOL. 

1  The  Sabbath  school's  a  place  of  prayer, 
I  love  to  meet  my  teachers  there, 

I  love  to  meet  my  teachers  there  ; 
They  teach  me  there  that  every  one 
May  find  in  heaven  a  happy  home, 
May  find  in  heaven  a  happy  home. 
('horus. — I  love  to  go,  I  love  to  go, 

I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  school : 
I  love  to  go,  I  love  to  go, 

I  love  to  go  to  Sabbath  school. 

2  In  God's  own  book  we're  taught  to  read. 
How  Christ  for  sinners  groaned  and  bled: 

That  precious  blood  a  ransom  gave, 
For  sinful  man,  his  soul  to  save. 
Chorus. — I  love  to  go,  eto. 

-■]  And  when  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
We'll  meet  in  heaven  to  part  no  more  ; 
Our  teachers  kind  we  there  shall  greet 
And  oh  !  what  joy  'twill  be  to  meet— 
f'horus. — In  heaven  above,  in  heaven  above. 
In  heaven  above  to  part  no  more. 


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KIND    l¥ORDS. 

Kind  words  can  never  die, 
Cherished  and  blest, 

God  knows  how  deep  they  lie 
Stored  in  the  breast; 


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THE     CYMBAL. 

Like  childhood's  simple  rhymes, 
Said  o'er  a  thousand  times, 
Go  through  all  years  and  climes 
The  heart  to  cheer. 

Chm-m. — Kind  words  can  never  die. 
Never  die,  never  die, 
Kind  words  can  never  die, 
No,  never  die. 

Sweet  thoughts  can  never  die, 

Though,  like  the  flowers. 
Their  brightest  hues  may  fly. 

In  wint'ry  hours. 
But,  when  the  gentle  dew 
Gives  them  their  charms  anew, 
With  many  an  added  hue, 

They  bloom  again. 

Chorus. — Sweet  thoughts,  etc. 

Our  souls  can  never  die, 

Though  in  the  tomb 
We  all  may  have  to  lie, 

Wrapped  in  its  gloom  ; 
What  though  the  flesh  decay, 
Souls  pass  in  peace  away, 
Live  through  eternal  day, 

With  Christ  above. 

Chorus- — Our  souls,  etc. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


SUNDAY    SCHOOL    AKITIY. 


1  0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
0,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  keep  you  to  the  end. 
Chorus. — I  am  glad  I'm  in  thi.s  army, 

Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 

Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 

And  I'll  battle  for  the  school. 

2  Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win. 
Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win  ; 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  C;iptain, 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 

And  he  hath  vanquished  sin. 

Chorus. — I  am  glad,  etc. 

3  And  when  the  conflict's  over, 

Before  him  you  shall  stand, 
And  when  the  cjnflic+'s  over, 

Before  him  you  shall  stand ; 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever. 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever. 

In  Canaan's  happy  laud. 

Chorus. — I  am  glad,  etc. 


THE    CYMBAL. 


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AROUND    THE    THRONE* 

1  Around  tiie  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 

Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

A  holy,  happy  band. 

Chorus. — Singinp;,  glory,  glory,  glory  be  io 

God  on  high. 
<#■ 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 

See  every  one  arrayed  ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 

C/iO^-w-s.— Singing,  glory,  etc. 

?>  What  bronpiht  them  to  that  sforld  above  ? 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  :  — 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

Choi-US. — Singing,  glory,  etc. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood. 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 

Chorus. — Singing,  glory,  etc. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  foce, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

Chorus. — Singing,  glory,  etc. 


THE    CYMBAL. 


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HOL.Y    BIBIiE. 

1  Holy  Bible,  well  I  love  thee  I 

Thou  didst  shine  upon  my  way, 
Like  the  glorious  sun  above  me, 
Turning  darkness  into  day. 
C?iorus.—Just  as  the  sun  rolls  back  the  night, 
Breaking  forth  with  morning  ray, 
So  does  the  Bible's  spreading  light 
Chase  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Holy  Bible,  mines  of  treasure 

In  thy  precious  folds  I  see  ; 
Earthly  good  would  know  no  measure. 
If  this  world  were  ruled  by  thee. 

Chorus. 
Just  as  the  sun,  from  morn  till  noon. 

Stately  climbs  the  eastern  sky, 
So  over  all  the  earth  shall  soon 

Beam  the  Day-spring  from  on  high. 

3  Holy  Bible,  thou  wilt  cheer  me, 

When  I  lay  me  down  to  die, 
Christ  has  promised  to  be  near  me, 
Can  I  fear  when  he  is  nigh  ? 

Chorus. — Just  as  the  sun  descends  at  eve, 
Soon  with  fresher  beams  to  rise. 
So  shall  the  dying  saint  receive 
Life  eternal  in  the  skies. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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1    \rANT    TO    BE    AN    ANe£t.r 

I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand  ; 
There,  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
rd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive, 
For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 

And  lay  me  down  to  die, 
0  !  Bend  a  shining  angel. 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

0 !  there  Til  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  vsithin  my  hand  ; 
And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
Pll  join  the  heavenly  music. 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 
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THE    CYMBAL. 


CO]M£,    liET    US    SING    OF   JESt5», 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  hearts  and  accents  blend, 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  friend  ; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices, 

Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 

Exulting  in  his  love. 


We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
We  love  to  sii»g  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave; 
And  in  our  hour  of  danger, 

We'll  trust  his  love  alone, 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 


Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day  ; 
l^'or  those  who  here  confess  him, 

He  will  in  heaven  confess  ; 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him 

He  will  for  ever  bless. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


BIBLE     TRUTHS. 


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1  Come  where  Bible  truths  are  spokt-n. 

Where  the  blessed  gospel's  taught, 
Promises  of  God  ne'er  broken 

Rest  with  holy  injfluence  frau^i^ht ; 
Children  may  partake  the  blessing, 

Freely  offered,  freely  f»;ivon. 
Through  the  Sabbath  school  are  pressing 

Many  to  the  gates  of  Heaven, 

Many  to  the  gates  of  Heaven. 

2  Christ,  in  all  his  invitations. 

Made  on  earth,  to  children  gave 
Special  care,  and  all  the  nations 

Trusted  in  his  power  to  save  ; 
"Suffer  them  to  come  unt">  me," 

Were  the  words  said  every  where, 
"God  shall  hear  and  answer  through  me 

All  that  come  with  praise  and  prayer,'' 

All  that  come  with  praise  and  prayer. 

3  Hark,  the  Sabbath  bells  are  ringing — 

Children  listen  to  the  sound — 
Gather  where  sweet  anthems  singing, 

Followers  of  "the  Lamb"  are  found  ; 
Haste  away,  the  morn  is  smiling — 

To  the  vS'abbath  school  repair. 
Let  no  worldly  thought  beguiling, 

Keep  you  from  your  duty  there, 

Keep  you  from  jov.v  duty  there. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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FliEET    STREET. 

1  When  the  morning  light  drives  away  tho 

^night, 
With  the  sun  so  bright  and  full, 
And  it  draws  its  lino  near  the  hour  of  nine, 
I'll  away  to  the  Sabbath  school, 
For  'tis  there  we  all  agree, 
All  with  happy  hearts  and  free, 
And  I  love  to  early  be 
At  the  Sabbath  school. 
(.' horus. — I'll  awa3%  away,  I'll  away,  away, 
I'll  away  to  Sabbath  school. 

2  On  the  frosty  dawn  of  a  winter's  morn, 

When  the  earth  is  wrapped  in  snow, 
Or  the  summer  breeze  plays  round  the 
trees, 
To  the  Sabbath  school  I  go. 
When  the  holy  day  has  come, 
And  the  Sabbath  breakers  roam, 
I  delight  to  leave  my  home, 
For  the  Sabbath  school. 

Chorvs. — I'll  away,  eic. 

Z  In  the  class  I  meet  with  tho  friends  I  greet 
At  the  time  of  morning  prayer ; 
And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of 
praise 
For  'tis  always  pleasant  there. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


lu  the  book  of  holy  truth, 
Full  of  counsel  and  reproof, 
We  behold  the  guide  of  youth, 
At  the  Sabbath  school. 

Chorus. — I'll  away,  etc. 


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HAPPY    DAY. 

1  Preserved  by  thine  Almighty  power, 

0  Lord,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  King, 
And  brought  to  see  this  happy  hour, 
We  come  thy  praises  here  to  sing. 

CJiorus. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
Here  in  thy  courts  we'll  gladly  stay. 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  pray, 
That  thou  wouldst  take  our  sins  away. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Christ  shall  wash  our  sins  away. 

2  We  praise  thee  for  thy  constant  care, 

For  life  preserved,  for  mercies  given, 
0,  may  we  still  those  mercies  share, 
And  taste  the  joys  of  sins  forgiven. 

Chorus. — Happy  day,  etc. 

'>\  And  when  on  earth  our  days  are  done, 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  at  length  may  join 
Teachers  and  scholars  round  thy  throne — 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Chorus. — Happy  day,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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OH,    WHO'S    IwIKE    JESUS? 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  : 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
Ilis  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  Avay,  till  him  I  view. 

Chorus. 
Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree  ? 
He  died  for  you,  he  died  for  me, 
He  died  to  set  poor  sinners  free, 
Oh !  who's  like  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree  ? 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  and  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

CJiorus. — Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  etc. 

3  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
1  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say : 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 
Chorus. — Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  etc. 

4  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  «ay,  "  Behold  thy  way  to  God." 

Chorus. — Oh  !  who's  like  Jesus,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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HARK!   THE    ANGELS    SINGING. 

1  Hark  the  angels  singing, 

Wake  the  happy  morn, 
Joyful  tidings  bringing, 

"Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  ! 
In  a  lowly  manger 

(This  shall  be  the  sign) 
See  the  new-born  stranger, 
Hail  the  Babe  divine  !" 
Chorus. 
Glory  !  Glory !  Glory  !  In  the  highest  sing  I 
Glory !  Glory !  Glory !  To  our  God  and  King ! 

2  Where's  a  chorus  meetcr 

For  his  advent  here  ? 
Where's  a  carol  sweeter 

To  his  gentle  ear  : 
None  can  come  so  near  him, 

The  Holy,  Undefiled, 
None  so  love  and  fear  him, 

As  a  Christian  child. 

Chorus. — Glory,  etc. 

3  In  the  highest  regions, 

Now  upon  his  throne, 
All  the  blood-bought  legions 

Claim  him  Lord  alone  ; 
But  of  all  who  adore  him, 

With  triumphant  song. 
Children  stand  before  him 

In  the  greatest  throng. —  Choi'us. 


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THB     CYMBAL. 


HOITIEirARD     BOUND. 


1  Out  on  an  ocean,  all  boundless,  we  ride. 

We're    homeward    bound,     homeward 
bound  ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restles> 
tide. 
We're    homeward    bound,    homeward 
bound. 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode. 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode. 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed. 
We're  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  on  as  it  roars. 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Look !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heav'nly  shores 

We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Steady,  0  pilot !  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
Steady !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale, 
0  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud  creaking  sail. 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Glory  to  God  !  all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore, 
Glory  to  God !  we  will  shout  evermore, 

We're  home  at  last. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

OQ  ^'E    ALL    LOVE    ONE    ANOTHER 
^O  [Infant    Song:.] 

1  We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another, 

And  keep  the  golden  rule. 
Chorus. 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  band  of  loving  ones: 
Sing  on,  love  on,  a  little  happy  band. 

2  We  always  love  our  parents. 
We  always  love  our  parents, 
We  ahvays  love  our  parents, 

Aa  children  ought  to  do. 

Sing  on,  love  on,  etc. 

3  We  love  our  little  sisters. 
We  love  our  little  sisters, 
We  love  our  little  sisters, 

We  love  our  brothers  too. 

Sing  on,  love  on,  etc. 

4  We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 
We  love  the  Holy  Bible, 

Which  tells  us  what  to  do. 

Sing  on,  love  on,  etc. 

5  We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 
We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 
We  hope  to  get  to  heaven, 

And  sing  the  songs  of  love. 

Sing  on,  love  on,  etc. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


THE     PRODIGAI.    SON. 


1  Afflictions  though  they  seem  severe. 

In  mercy  oft  are  sent, 
They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career, 

And  caused  him  to  repent. 
I'll  not  die  here  for  bread  ; 

I'll  not  die  here  for  bread,  he  cries. 
Nor  starve  in  foreign  lands, 

M}'  father's  house  hath  large  supplief*. 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

2  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,  he  said. 

But  hunger,  shame  and  fear: 
My  father's  house  abounds  in  bread. 
While  I  nm  starving  here. 

I'll  not  die  here,  et-^*. 

3  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face, 

Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

rU  seek  a  servant's  place. 

I'll  not  die  here,  etc. 

4  Ilis  father  saw  him  coming  back. 

He  saw,  he  ran,  he  smiled, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  reljollious  child. 

I'll  not  die  here,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

•>  0,  father,  I  have  sinned,  forgive — 
.Enough,  the  father  said  : 
Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 
I'll  not  die  here,  etc. 

B  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
And  spread  the  news  around  ! 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again. 
Was  lost  but  now  is  found. 

I'll  not  die  here,  etc, 

7  'Tie  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 
To  call  poor  sinners  home, 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
A.nd  welcomes  all  that  come. 

I'll  not  die  here,  etc. 


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BLESSED    THINGS. 


Blessed  light  of  day!  that  comes, 

Like  God's  goodness,  ev'rywhere — 
Into  high  and  lowly  homes. 

On  the  foul  and  on  the  fair ! 
Bright!  bright!  bright! 
Happy  sunbeams,  always  shining. 

Doing  good  with  all  your  might. 
Till  the  day's  declining. 

Blessed  light !  Blessed  light  I 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Blessed  drops  of  rain  !  that  tall 

On  the  parched  and  thirsty  dust, 
Messengers  of  love  to  all — 

To  the  evil  and  the  just ! 
Rain  !  rain  !  rain  I 
All  the  earth  is  glad  to  greet  thee, 

And  the  fainting  flowers  again 
Lift  their  heads  to  meet  thee — 

Blessed  rain  !  Blessed  rain  ! 

Blessed  little  bird  and  flower  ! 

Well  ye  know  God's  love,  that  brings 
Food  and  gladness  every  hour, 

Till  all  nature  shouts  and  sings — 
Sings  !  sings  !  sings  ! 
Bird  and  flower  are  both  our  teachers 

How  to  dAvell  beneath  God's  wings. 
Happy  little  creatures  ! 

])lessed  things  !  Blessed  things  ! 

Blessed'Work  !  with  all  their  might 

Thus  for  God  to  act  and  live  ! 
Bird,  and  flower,  and  rain,  and  light, 

Bid  us  love,  and  work,  and  give — 
Work  !  work  !   work  ! 
Brave  in  act,  in  spirit  fervent, 

Kept  by  faith  from  snares  that  lurk, 
Blessed,  faithful  servant ! 

Blessed  work  !  Blessed  work  ! 


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THE    CYMBAL. 


nOlV    HAPPY    ARE    THEY. 


1  0,  how  ha|Dpy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

•  And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace- 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  ftrst  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  it  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name. 

."»  'Twas  a  heaven  below 

My  Redeemer  to  know, 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  0,  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giVing  blood  ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

1  was  perfectly  blest, 
A8  if  filled  with  the  goodness  of  God. 


THE     CYMBAL* 


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THE    ANGEI^S    TOLD    MB    SO« 

\  Though  they  may  lay  beneath  the  ground 

The  form  of  AUe  dear, 
I  know  his  spirit  hovers  round, 

And  mingles  with  us  here, 
His  home  may  be  in  heaven  above, 

Yet  oft  to  us  below 
He  will  return  to  breathe  his  love, 

The  angels  told  me  so ; 

The  angels  told  me  so, 
He  will  return  to  breathe  his  love, 

The  angols  told  me  so. 

2  His  form  reposed  upon  the  bier. 

In  sweet,  cherubic  rest, 
When  others  came  to  shed  a  tear, 

And  ease  his  aching  breast ; 
But  Willie  felt  no  throbbing  pain, 

As  he  repeats,  "  I  know 
Dear  Alio  Avill  come  back  again, 

The  aiigols  told  me  so  ; 

The  argels  told  c^e  so, 
He  will    eturn  to  breathe  his  love, 

The  a-:  ;;els  told  me  so." 


3  And  as  hv  gazed  his  eyes  grew  bright, 
And  j«','  o'erspread  his  brow. 
While  he  exclaims  in  rapt  delight, 
"  01^,  there  is  AUe  now  !" 


THE     CYMBAL. 

1  knew  he  would  return  to  see 

Those  he  so  loved  below, 
And  be  a  brother  still  to  me, 

The  angels  told  me  so  ; 

The  angels  told  me  so, 
He  will  return  to  breathe  his  love, 

The  angels  told  me  so. 


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ZION. 

Beautiful  Ziou,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love. 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  whit^, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light ; 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light. 
Beautiful  angels  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire. 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir  ; 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet,. 
Worshipping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

Beautiful  throne  of  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease. 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  ; 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see. 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 
3 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


FESTIVE    $OIVG« 


1  Oome,  join  the  festive  song, 

Wake  voices  all  ; 
Chime  with  the  vernal  throng. 

List  to  the  call ; 
Hear  we  in  ev'ry  breeze, 
From  vale  and  n.ountain  treee^ 

Glad  notes  of  nature  say, 

Join  ye  my  lay. 

2  Lord  of  the  rolling  year, 

Round  and  above, 
Boundless  thy  works  appear-— 

Boundless  thy  love  : 
All,  all  in  earth  and  sky, 
As  glide  the  season h  by, 

New  glories  of  thy  name 

Ever  proclaim. 


Joyous  we  swell  the  strain, 

Thankful  to  thee, 
Watched  by  thy  care,  again 

Spring  tide  to  see  : 
Still  in  this  gospel  land 
Throngs  forth  the  Sabbath  band. 

Under  Truth's  canopy, 

Tiappy  and  free. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

4  Onward  for  ovor  flow 

Truth's  mighty  wave, 
Soon  ev'rj'  climo  l^elaw 

Conquer  and  Have. 
Sweet  as  the  voice  of  Spring, 
Then  ev'rj  tona;uo  shall  sing, 

Glorj  to  God  on  high, 

Glory  for  aye. 


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STAR    O^    TfiSE     EVENIlVfi. 

1  Beautiful  st ,  %  in  heaven  so  bright. 
Softly  falls  t:.y  silvery  li^-ht, 

As  thou  move  -f  from  earth  afar, 
Star  of  the  o-  'nino;,  beautiful  star, 
Star  of  the  o'f  ning,  beautiftil  star. 

Chorus. — Beant'iul  star,  beautiful  8t<ar, 
BeaulMtul  star,  beautiful  star. 
Star  (>r  the  evening,  beautiful  star. 
Star,  sttiir  of  the  evening,  evening. 

2  In  Fancy's  '-.ya  thou  seem'st  to  say. 
Follow  me,  '•cme  from  earth  away. 
Upward  thv  Spirit's  pinions  try 
To  realms  <     '  ^ve  beyond  the  sky. 

3  Shine  on,  0       ir  of  love  divine, 
And  may  (■■iT-  :-r\;:,s'  affections  twine 
Around  thro  ^    .. :)u  movest  afar. 
Star  of  the  '    '1'  ';lit,  beautiful  star. 


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THE     CYMBAL 


KEVER  FORGE r   flHE  SABBATH 


TEACHERS. 


Never  forget  the  Sabbach  school, 

The  lessons  taught  you  here, 
The  gentle  Avords  of  kijidrjess, 

The  true  and  earnest  care. 
Remember,  too,  the  teachers, 

Who  oft  for  you  will  priy. 
That  Jesus,  by  his  gracious  love, 

May  keep  you  in  the  ^Yay. 

Chorus. — Never  forget,  never  forget, 

Never  forget  the  Sabbath  school. 
The  lessons  taught  you  here, 
The  lessons,  etc 

ClIILDREX, 

Can  we  forget  the  Sabbn'h  school, 

The  place  of  light  and  l)ve, 
Place  whore  we  I'^arn  of  M-isdom's  ways.. 

That  leads  to  homes  al^  -ve  ? 
Wherever  we  may  waiul  ■  •, 

Where  through  the  week  we  roam, 
We'll  not  forget  the  teach(>rs 
Of  this,  our  Sabbath  li<nne. 

Never  forget,  novo  •  forget, 
Never  forget  t)io  teachers 
Of  this,  our  Sablui.ii  home. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

All. — So,  then,  t  ij,3thor  let  ns  sing, 
In  song  of  grateful  praise. 
To  Him  who  reigneth  in  the  skies 

Our  grateful  tribute  raise, 
And  pray  that  thr<mgh  another  year 

His  blessing  may  attend  : 

And  that  we  never  may  forget 

The  sinner's  truest  friend. 

Never  forget,  never  foi-get, 
Never  forget  that  Jesus  is 
The  sinner's  only  friend. 


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REMErH.luR      a  MY    CREATOR. 

1   Remember  thy  Creator, 

While  youth's  fair  Spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  ji.re  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night. 
While  yet  the  sun  sliines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee. 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator, 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust ; 
Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns  to  dust. 
Before,  with  G(;(l  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear: 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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ROCK    OF    AGES. 

1  Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  a  double  cure. 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pui 

2  vShould  ray  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  : 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

>  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne. 
Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


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FHEOERICK. 

I  would  not  live  alway  !  I  ask  not  to  stay. 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes — full  enough 

for  its  cheer. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  !  no,  welcome  the 

tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  liatli  lain  there  I  dread  not 

its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

?y  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet. 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll. 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul ! 


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VESPER    HYMN. 

1  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  woe  we  come  confessing, 

Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  near  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  iiigh. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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1  Holy  angels  in  their  flight, 

Traverse  over  eartJi  and  sky, 
Acts  of  kindness  their  delight, 
Winged  with  mercy  as  they  fly. 

Chorus. 
Don't  you  hear  them  ?  coming  over  hill  and 

plain, 
Scattering  music  in  their  heavenly  train! 
0,  don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming, 

singing  as  they  come  ? 
0,  bear  me  angels,  angels  bear  me  home. 

2  Though  their  forms  we  cannot  see, 

They  attend  and  guard  our  way, 
Till  we  join  their  company 
In  the  fields  of  h.eavenly  day. 
Don't  you  hear,  etc. 

3  Had  we  hut  an  angel's  wing. 

And  an  angel's  heart  of  flame, 

0,  how  sweetly  would  we  ring 
Thro'  the  world  the  Saviour's  name. 

Don't  vou  hear,  etc. 

4  Yet  methinks  if  I  should  die, 

And  become  an  angel  too, 

1,  perhaps,  like  them  might  fly. 
And  the  Savicmr's  bidding  do. 

Don't  you  hear,  etc.,. 


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THE     CY?-IBAL. 

O,     1'l.L,    BE    A     GOOD    CHILD. 

[Infiint    Son?.] 

1  0,  I'll  be  a  good  child  as  ever  I  can  be, 
I'll  mind  what  my  tea';her  says  to  me, 
I'll  read  my  Bible  and  keep  the  rule, 
Aud  early  come  to  the  Sabbath  school. 

C  horns. 

^  0,  yes,  0,  yes,  I  love  my  teacher  still, 
I'll  be  a  o-ood  child,  indeed  I  will. 


2  When  \Yicked  children  tempt  me  to  plaj, 
I'll  ask  my  Saviour  to  .send  them  away ; 
And  if  they  want  me  to  do  any  wrong, 
I'll  go  to  the  Lord  with  my  little  song. 
0,  yes  ;  0,  yes,  etc. 

o  On  the  holy  Sabbath  day  I  love, 
I'll  raise  my  song  to  the  God  above  : 
My  childish  feet  shall  tread  the  court 
Where  happy  Christian  flocks  resort. 
0,  yes ;  0,  yes,  etc. 

4  When  all  my  journey  on  earth  is  done,  ' 
I'll  quick  to  the  arms  of  my  Shepherd  run. 
He'll  fold  me  close  t)  his  gentle  breast. 
There  safe  for  ever  will  I  rest. 

0,  yes  ;  0,  yes,  etc. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


HOSANNA. 


m 


When,  his  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesu?  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosaniia  to  his  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 


2  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  lur  children  still ; 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill  ; 
We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  tlie  throne ; 
And  cry  aloud,   "  Ilosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son." 


3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise  , 
The  stonef^,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosanna  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


LIGHT    IN    THE    WINDOW. 


NoiB, — When  a  boy,  but  twelve  years  old,  I  worked 
hard  to  support  my  mother  and  two  younger 
brothers,  and  usually  carried  my  earnines  home 
every  evening.  One  night,  it  being  very  dark  and 
muddy,  and  having  three  miles  to  travel,  and  a 
heavy  bundle  to  carry.  I  did  not  reach  home  until 
late:  my  mother,  feeble  and  weary,  had  retired,  but 
she  quickly  aroused  when  she  lie.'ud  my  voice,  and 
soon  met  me  at  the  door,  with  a  warm  kiss,  and 
warmer  tears,  an  I  a  "God  bless  you.  my  dear  boy." 
As  she  received  my  bundle,  she  exdivimed,  "After 
this,  my  son,  I'll  set  a  tight  in  the  window  for  you;" 
and.  true  to  her  word,  the  l:)right  light  in  the  wmdow 
appeared,  and  oh!  how  it  chet-rcd  my  heart  ever 
after  for  years.  Health  failing  me,  1  left  home  (after 
my  brothers  could  help  mother),  and  went  to  sea. 
When  three  years  from  home,  and  on  the  Pacific 
Ocean,  my  mother  died;  but  just  liefore  she  expired, 
.*he  said  to  those  around  her,  "  O,  give  Edward  my 
dying  blessing,  for  he  has  been  a  good  boy.  Tell  him 
I  have  gone  to  Heaven,  and  I  will  set  a  light  in  the 
window  for  him." 

1   There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee, 

dear  brother. 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee  ; 
Your  mother  has  moved  to  her  mansion 

above, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee, 

'i  There's  a  crown,  and  a  robe,  and  a  palm, 
dear  brother. 
When  your  labors  have  ceased  to  be  ; 
For  Jesus  has  gone  to  prepare  you  a  home, 
With  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

3  0  watch,  and  be  faithful,  and  pray,  deal" 

brother, 
All  your  journey  o'er  life's  troubled  sea  ; 
Tho'  aliiictions  assail  you,  and  storms  beat 

seTcre, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 

4  Then  on  I  perseveringly  on,  dear  brother, 
Till  from  conflict  and  suflPering  free, 
Bright  angels  are  beckoning  you  over  tiie 

stream, 
There's  a  light  in  the  window  for  thee. 


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BBYOND    THB    RIVBR. 


i  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
Where  in  all  the  bright  for  ever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  tho  soul? 
Chorus. — Shall  we  meet?  Shall  we  meet? 
Shall  we  meet?  Shall  we  meet? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

2  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

Shall  we  meet?  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 

Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne? 

Shall  we  meet?  etc. 


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SHINING    SHORE. 


1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly — 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Chorus. 
For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand. 

Our  friends  are  passing  over  ; 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  Should  coming  days  be  dark  and  cold. 

We  will  not  yield  to  sorrow,. 
For  hcpe  will  smg,  with  courage  bold. 
'*  There's  glory  on  the  morrow." 
For  now  we  stand,  etc. 

,'<  Let  storms  of  woe  in  whirlwinds  rise, 
Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever. 
There  bright  and  joyous  in  the  skies- 
.   There  is  our  home  for  ever. 

For  now  we  stand,  etc. 
4 


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THE     CYMBAL. 

RBAPING    TIME. 

1  Jesus,  we  thy  lambs  would  be, 
Humbly  we  would  follow  thee, 
Waiting  for  the  joyful  day, 
When  all  care  will  pass  away. 

Chorus. 
When  the  reaping  time  shall  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Now  the  field  with  grain  is  white, 
Now  the  day  is  dawnin;^-  bright, — 
Brighter  far  the  sky  will  be. 
When  our  Master  we  shall  see. 

3  May  we  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
For  the  coming  of  the  day, 

When  the  wheat  shall  sifted  be, 
And  the  chaff  be  driven  from  thee. 


HOSANNA    TO    THE    I^AMB. 


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1   Come,  0  my  soul,  in  jojous  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
But  0  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame. 
What  verse  can  reach  the  lofty  theme  ? 
Glory,  glory  let  us  sing, 
While  heaven  and  earth  with  glory  ring, 
Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna  to  the  Lajmb 
of  God. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  my  tongue 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 


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CHlIiDHOOD'S    HAPPY    HOURS. 

1  In  childhood's  young  and  happy  houirs, 

I  wander  free  o'er  hill  and  plain  ; 
I  gather  bright  and  fragrant  flowers, 

And  love  the  sunshine  and  the  rain. 

And  love  the  sunshine  and  the  rain. 
In  every  scene  of  nature  free, 

In  garden  and  in  forest  wild, 
I  look  to  God  who  blesses  me, 

And  thank  him  that  I  am  a  child. 

2  I  love  these  childhood's  hours;  they  bring 

On  every  moment  some  new  joy : 
0,  who  can  half  the  rapture  sing 

That  crowns  the  happy  girl  and  boy  ? 

That  crowns  the  happy  girl  and  boy. 
I  see  in  every  thing  in  life, 

A  beauty  on  which  God  hath  smiled, 
And  turn  from  care,  and  toil,  and  strife, 

To  thank  him  that  I  am  a  child. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


SPEAK    CIBNTI.Y. 


1  Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far. 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently,  let  no  harsh  words  mar, 

The  good  we^might  do  here. 
Speak  gently  to  the  little  child, 

Its  love  be  sure  to  gain  ; 
Teach  it  in  accents  soft  and  mild 

From  evil  to  refrain. 


Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 

'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 
Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 

Let  such  in  peace  depart. 


Speak  gently,  kindly,  to  the  poor, 

Let  no  harsh  tones  be  hciir J  ; 
They  have  enough  they  musr  endure 

Without  an  unkind  word. 
Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones. 

They  may  have  toiled  in  v<iin  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so, 

0,  win  them  back  again. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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BE    KIND. 

1  Be  kind    to  thy  father — for  when   thou 

wert  A'oung, 
Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 
He  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from 
thy  tongue, 
And  joined  in  thy  innocent  glee. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father  for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray  ; 
His  footsteps  are  feeble,  once  fearless  and 
bold, 
Thy  father  is  passing  away. 

2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother — for  lo !  on   her 

brow 
May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen  ; 
0,  well  may'st  thou  cherish  and  comfort 
her  now, 
For  loving  and  kind  hath  she  been. 
Remember  thy  mother — for  thee  she  will 
pray, 
As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath  ; 
With  accents  of  kindness  then  cheer  her 
lone  way. 
E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3  Be  kind  to  thy  brother— his  heart  will 

have  dearth. 
If  the  smile  of  thy  joy  be  withdrawn  ; 


THE     CYMBAL. 

The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  their 
birth, 

If  the  dew  of  affection  be  gone. 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother — wherever  you  arc. 

The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
An  ornament  purer  and  richer  by  far 

Than  pearls  from  the  depth  of  the  sea. 

4  Be  kind  to  thy  sister — not  many  may  knoTr 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love ; 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms  beloNv 

The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  once  fearless  and 
bold, 
Be  kind  to  thy  mother  so  near  ; 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  nor  show  thy  heart 
cold. 
Be  kind  to  thy  sister  so  dear. 

CO    HURRAH!    TO    THE    IFOODS 
*JCJ  we    €;0! 

I   Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  to  the  woods  we  go, 
Where  sweet  birds  sing,  and  daisies  grow. 
The  stream  is  dancing  through  the  glen, 
Far  from  the  "  busy  haunts  of  men." 

CJiorus. 
Then  sing,  children,  sing, 
0,  sing,  children,  sing, 
Sing  with  delight,  until  twilight, 
As  the  birds  with  a  song  in  the  morning. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Shout,  ye  vales  and  hills, 
Sing  to  all  the  dancing  rills. 
Shout,  ye  vales  and  hills, 
Sing  to  all  the  dancing  rills. 

*:  Tlie  grass  is  waiting  to  be  pressed, 
The  robin  looking  from  her  nest, 
The  squirrel  at  his  gothic  door, 
Oracks  his  brown  nut,  and  shouts  encore. 
Then  sing,  etc. 

r   Here  lighted  by  the  sun's  pure  beam, 
We  follow  the  unwilling  stream, 
Which  like  a  good  example  flows, 
Making  good  music  as  it  goes. 

Then  sing,  etc. 

4  The  trees  seem  bending  with  their  birds, 
To  cheer  us  with  their  pleasant  words, 
Sweet  words  dissolving  into  song, 
T(»  cheer  and  charm  this  happy  throng. 
Then  sing,  etc. 

.')  Hurrah,  hurrah  for  happy  hours, 

In  woodlands  with  the  birds  and  flowers, 
Where  nature  wears  a  smiling  crow, 
And  joy,  like  her  clear  streamlets,  flow. 
Then  sing,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

CO      JESUS9    I    in¥    CROSS    HAVK 
«J*^  TAKEN. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  : 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heavens  are  still  my  owii. 

2  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast : 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  no  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

')  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer : 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  the  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

g^r\  SAY,    BROTHERS.,    TTILL    TOU 
V»V/  IflElET     US? 

GIRLS. 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us^ 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  i^eet  us, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

BOYS. 

By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you. 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 

Chorus. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
F(ir  ever,  evermore. 

GIRLS. 

Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
•Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever. 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

BOYS, 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
For  ever,  evermore. 

Chorus. — Glory,  etc. 


(Jl 


THE     CYMBAL. 

A    SONG    OF    aOPK    AND 
FRIENDSHIP. 

How  sweet  when  daylight  closes, 

When  sinks  the  fading  sun, 
And  dew  is  on  the  roses, 

To  meet  the  dear  loved  one. 
When  soft  the  bells  are  pealing 

Out  on  the  evening  air, 
And  sweetest  notes  are  stealing 

Away  the  sense  of  care. 

How  sweet  when  toil  is  over, 

And  blossoms  close  their  eyes. 
And  bees  forsake  the  clover, 

And  stars  look  from  the  skies. 
To  meet  the  sweet-faced  mother. 

And  press  her  gentle  hand, 
To  greet  the  manly  brother, 

Or  the  dear  sister  bland. 


How  sweet  on  Sabbath  morning, 

When  toil  is  hushed  and  still, 
And  light  from  heaven  is  dawning 

On  Zion's  sacred  hill — 
To  kpeel  in  pure  devotion 

With  the  dear  ones  we  love, 
When  hearts  beat  with  emotion, 

Kindled  in  heaven  above. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

62      DEWY    ROSE    OF    SHARON. 

I  The  dewy,  dewy  rose  of  Sharon, 

How  sweet,  how  sweet  it  scents  the  air, 
A  crown,  a  crown  of  matchless  glory 

Upon  its  forehead  fair  ! 
So  we  in  deeds  of  goodness, 

Until  our  life  shall  close, 
May  scattor  bloom  and  fragrance, 

Like  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

Chorus. 
The  dewy,  dewy  rose  of  Sharon,  etc. 

2  How  many,  many  souls  have  wandered, 

Without,  without  a  helping  hand  ; 
Their  light,  their  light  and  beauty  faded. 

Their  bark  upon  the  strand  ; 
When  one  small  act  of  kindness, 

One  little  look  of  love. 
Might  add  another  jewel 

To  Jesus'  crown  above. 

-5  0,  may  we,  may  we,  erring  children, 

Though  few,  though  few  our  talents  b^, 
A  band,  a  band  of  young  disciples, 

Our  Saviour's  footprints  see  ; 
And  may  we  humbly  follow, 

Till  life's  uncertain  close. 
And  leave  in  death  a  fragrance 

Like  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


SONG    OF    GL.ADNBSS. 


!   Sing,  O  sing  the  song  of  gladness  ; 

Joy  becomes  this  happy  scene  ; 
See  the  earth  her  wintry  sadness 

Wears  no  more,  but  robes  of  green  : 
Brightly  now  our  waving  banners 

Float  upon  the  gentle  breeze, 
While  the  tide  of  glad  hosannas 

Pours  its  choral  melodies. 

Chorus. 
Sing,  0,  sing,  his  praises  bringing, 

While  the  ringing  skies  resound  ; 
Rocks  and  hills,  and  tower  and  dwelling. 

Send  the  swelling  chorus  round.  :|1: 

2  Sing  his  mercy  that  doth  keep  us 

While  our  years  are  flitting  by  ; 
Pouring  all  its  richest  treasures, 

Guarding  with  a  father's  eye — 
Countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 

Richer  far  than  golden  store, 
Are  the  blessings  he  has  given, 

Freely  as  the  summer's  shower. 

3  Sing  his  love,  all  love  surpassing  t 
.    How  his  only  son  he  gave 

On  the  cruel  cross  to  suffer. 
From  its  doom  the  soul  to  save. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


CJhildren,  will  you  hear  the  story, 
And  refuse  his  pardoning  love  ? 

Come,  0,  come,  and  share  his  glory 
In  the  worlds  of  lijrht  above 


04r    LIKE    GLEAMS    OF    LIGHT. 

1  Like  gleams  of  light, 
From  stars  at  night, 

When  sweet  flowers  close  their  .eyes. 

And  bow  in  prayer, 

Like  children  there, 
1\>  God  wlio  lights  the  skies. 

The  nightingale 

Wakes  hill  and  dale, 
Loud  singing  as  she  flies  ; 

The  light  that  falls 

From  God's  blue  walls, 
Shall  lead  us  to  the  skies. 

2  The  brooklets  shout 
Their  welcome  out, 

To  every  child  they  meet ; 

Unwinding  rills — 

From  spools  of  hills, 
In  accents  low  and  sweet- - 

Say,  "  come,  my  dears. 

Wipe  dry  those  tears,    . 
The  sun  laughs,  so  will  we." 

The  woods  once  more, 

Our  songs  encore, 
And  clap  their  leaves  in  glee. 


THB    CYMBAL. 


£iK  SOFTI.Y    SLEEPING. 

v>«J  [Tune—*'  Yates."] 

1   In  the  graveyard  softly  sleeping, 

Where  the  cypress  branches  wave, 
Lies  our  little  schoolmate  keeping 

Silence  in  the  narrow  grave. 
There  she  sleeps,  and  no  to-morrow 

Wakes  her  in  that  silent  home  ; 
There  she  rests,  no  sign  of  sorrow 

Clouds  with  grief  her  rural  tomb. 


2  There  the  daisies,  and  the  roses, 

Pour  their  incense  at  her  feet. 
On  the  spot  where  she  reposes. 

Where  the  grass  is  green  and  sweet. 
There  the  wood  lark,  sweetly  singing, 

With  her  music  charms  the  air; 
And  the  busy  wild  bee  winging, 

Hums  a  hymn  for  flowerets  fair. 

-'  But  they  cannot  wake  our  sister, 

On  her  bed  within  the  tomb  ; 
.   Angels  up  in  heaven  missed  her, 
So  they  came  and  took  her  home. 
Took  her  where  the  wondrous  glory 

Fills  her  happy  soul  with  love. 
Where  her  heart  can  feel  no  sorrow, 
In  her  blessed  home  above. 


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THE     CYMBAL, 

[Infant    Song^.] 

1  Hail,  or  rain,  or  wind,  or  snow, 
To  the  Sunday  school  we  go, 
Summer's  heat,  or  winter's  cold, 
Cannot  keep  lis  from  the  fold. 

Chorus. 
Winds  may  blow,  and  waves  may  roll, 

We  will  go  to  Sunday  school, 
Winds  may  blow,  and  waves  may  roll, 

We  will  go  to  Sunday  school. 

2  When  the  bell  rings  off  we  start, 
Quick  of  step,  and  light  of  heart, 
Happy,  too,  as  birds  can  he, 

No  fair-weather  children  w«. 

Winds  may  blow,  etc. 

5  How  the  minutes  grow  to  hours, 
When  these  joyful  hearts  of  ours 
Beat  the  tune  the  teacher  singa, 
Like  young  birds  that  try  their  wings. 
Winds  may  blow,  etc. 

4  In  the  bkssed  Sun-day  school 
We  are  taught  the  golden  rule. 
Here  we  sing,  and  read,  and  pray, 
Every  holy  Sabbath  day. 

Winds  niay  blow,  etc' 
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THE     CYMBAL* 


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A    nOinE    BEYONI)    THE    TiDl&i; 

1  We  fire  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

Homeward  bound  we  s-vveetly  glide  ; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  !?ailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
Chorus. — All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor ; 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
I'o  a  home  beyand  tte  tide  ; 

We  are  out  on  the  ccean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Spread  your  sails,  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gen'fcly  waft  our  vessels-  on  ; 
Ail  on  board  are  sweetly  singing-^ 
Free  salvation  is  the  song. 

All  the  storms,  etc. 

3  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 

We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er  I 
We  will  walk  about  the  city, 
And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 

All  the  storms,  etc. 


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WAtCH    THE    lilTTIiE    *'EET. 

1  Teacher,  w^atch  the  little  feet 

Walking  through  the  meadows  fair, 
Wandering  through  the  crowded  street, 
Scarcely  heard  or  noticed  there. 


THE     CYMBAL- 

Never  count  the  labor  lost, 
Nev«r  heed  the  pains  it  cost, 
Little  feet  will  go  astray, 
Teacher,  watch  them  while  you  may. 

2  Teacher,  watch  the  little  hands, 

Busy,  busy  all  the  day, 
Making  forts  with  straws  and  sands. 

Plucking  roses  by  the  way. 
Never  deem  the  labor  lost, 
Never  heed  the  pains  it  cost. 
Little  hands  hereafter  may 
Nations  and  their  history  sway, 

3  Teacher,  watch  the  little  lips. 

Lisping  sweet  aiad  pleasant  words, 
Sometimes  their  soft  utterance  trips 

Discord  in  the  notes  of  birds. 
Never  deem  the  labor  lost, 
Never  heed  tho  pains  it  cost, 
Little  lips  "  sometimes  proclaim 
Blessings  in  a  Saviour's  name," 

4  Teacher,  watch  the  little  heart. 

Pulsing  h«re  with  hope  and  lov-e, 
Truthful  lessons  here  impart, 

Leading  to  our  home  above. 
Never  deem  the  labor  lost, 
Never  heed  the  pains  it  cost, 
Little  hearts  hereafter  may 
€on.trol  the  children  of  to-day. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

1  I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old 

When  Jesus  was  here  anaong  men. 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to 

his  fold^ 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them 

then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head. 
That  his  arm  bad  been  thrown  around 
me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look 
when  he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  mnto  me/' 

3  In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to  pre- 

pare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 

there, 
*'  Tor  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven/' 


70       A    HOmF.    IN    THS:    SKISS. 

I  When  the  time  of  our  earthly  sojourning  is 

o'er^ 
The  home  that  once  knew  us^  will  know  us 

no  more  ; 
But  why  should  weleave  it  with  lingering  eyes 
Since  Jes-us  will  give  us  a  home  in  the  akies? 


THE    CYMBAL. 

Chorus^ 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Far  better  than  earth^'s  is  this  home  in  the 


2  Its  dooTS  are  of  pearl,  and  its  floor  paved 

with  gold. 
Its  altar  a  diamond  of  lusti«e  untold  5 
No  sun  rules  the  day,  and  no  moon  crowns 

the  night. 
For  the  eye  of  the  Lamb  «f  that  home  is 

the  light  I 

Chorus. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
For  the  eye  of  the  Lamb  of  that  home  ia  the 
light. 

3  The  friends  that  we  loved  of  this  earthly 

the  light, 
On  the  wings  of  bright  angels,  have  taken 

their  flight — 
They  have  gone  to  the  heavenly — the  home 

of  the  blest, 
In  the  arms  of  their  Saviour  for  ever  to  rest. 

Chorus. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Oj  there's  no  home  -on  earth  like  this  home  of 
the  blest. 


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THE     CYMBAL 


JACOB'S    I.AI>I>ER^ 


1  As  Jacob  on  travel  was  weary  by  dar. 
At  night  on  a  stone  for  a  pillow  he  lay  f 
A  vision  appeared — a  ladder  so  high, 

Its  foot  on  the  earth  and  ita  top  in  the  sky.. 

2  This  ladder  is  Jesus,,  the  SaviouF  of  man, 
Whose  blood,  richly  streaming,  from  Calvary 

ran; 
And  through  his  atonement  to  heav'n  we 

may  rise. 
And  sing  in  the  mansions  prepared  in  the 

skies  o. 

Z  Then  let  us  ascend,  and  be  bold,^  never  tear. 
It  has  stood  every  tempest,  and  always  will 

bear ; 
For   millions   have  tried   it,   and   reached 

Zion's  hill, 
And  thousands,  by  faith,  are  climbing  it  stilL 

4  Our  fathers  upon  it  have  mounted  to  God, 
Have   finished   their  labors,  and   reached 

their  abode  •, 
And  we're  climbing  after,  and  soon  shall  be 

there, 
To  join  in  their  rapture — their  happiness 

share. 


THE    CYMBAL 


BKAVTIFUIi    WORI.D. 


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1  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing ; 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reigns, 
And  heavenly'  praises  ring. 

€horiis. — We'll  be  there,  be  there, 
O,  yes,  we'll  be  there. 
Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
We  all  shall  wear  ; 
We  shall  wear  glorious  crown-s 
In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 

j2  There  is  a  beautiful  world 

Where  sorrow  never  coraes  ; 
A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall., 
In  sighing  for  our  home. 

We'll  be  there,  etc, 

2  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Unseen  to  mortal  sight ; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there — 
That  home  i«  fair  and  bright. 

We'll  be  there,  etc, 

4  There  is  a  beautiful  world 
Of  harmony  and  love  ; 
0,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 
Aad  dwell  with  God  above. 

We'll  be  there,  etc. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


WAVING    WlLIiOWS. 


1  Down  where  the  waving  willows^ 

'Neath  the  sunbeams  smile  ; 
Shadowed  o'er  the  murm'ring  waters^ 

Dwelt  sweet  Annie  Lisle  ; 
Pure  as  the  forest  lily, 

Never  thought  of  guile 
Had  its  home  within  the  bosom 

Of  sweet  Annie  Lisle. 

Chortts. — ^Wave  willows,  murmur  waters^ 
Golden  sunbeams  smile  ; 
Earthly  music  cannot  waken 
Lovely  Annie  Lisle. 

2  Sweet  came  the  hallowed  chiming 

Of  the  Sabbath  bell, 
Borne  on  the  morning  bre^^fis 

Down  the  woody  dell. 
On  a  bed  of  pain  and  anguish. 

Lay  dear  Annie  Lisle ; 
Changed  were  the  lovely  features. 

Gone  the  happy  smile. 

Wave  wilbws,  etc. 

3  Raise  me  in  your  arms,  dear  mother^ 

Let  me  once  more  look 
On  the  green  and  waving  willows^ 
And  the  flowing  brook  ; 


THE     CYMBAL. 


Hark,  those  strains  of  angel  music 

From  the  choirs  above  ; 
Dearest  mother,  I  am  going, 

Truly,  "  God  is  love/' 

Wave  willows,  etc. 


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T1¥INKI.C:    I.ITTI.E     STAR. 

[Infaui.    Song:.] 


1  Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star. 
How  I  wonder  what  you  are, 
Up  above  the  u-orld  so  high, 
Like  a  diamond  in  the  sky, 
Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star^ 
How  I  wonder  what  you  are. 

2  When  the  glorious  sun  is  set, 
When  the  grass  with  dew  is  wet, 
There  you  show  your  little  light, 
Twinkle,  twinkle,  all  the  night. 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  etc. 

3  In  the  dark  blue  sky  you  keep. 
And  often  through  my  curtains  peep 
For  you  never  shut  your  eye 

Till  the  sun  is  in  the  sky. 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  etc. 

4  As  yon  bright  and  tiny  spark 
Lights  the  traveller  in  the  dark, 
Though  I  know  not  what  you  are, 
Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star, 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  etc. 


THE     CYMBAL, 

dO  BEHOIiD    A    HOST. 

1  Behold  a  host,  with  rapt  emotion, 

Before  the  great  white  throne  are  bow'd; 
Their  hymns  swell  up  of  deep  devotion, 
Like  many  waters  breaking  loud — 
Like  many  waters  breaking  loud ; 
All  worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  lowly, 
To  be  exalted  evermore, 
The  Lord  our  God  whom  wo  adore, 
As  ever  crying,  holy,  holy ! 
Chorus, — Amen,  amen,  we  sing — 
To  us  the  hope  is  given  ; 
»  Press  on,  press  on,  the  conflict  o'er, 

We'll  join  that  host  in  heaven  ! 

2  Arrayed  in  shining  robes  of  glory, 

All  numberless  those  throngs  appear, 
An  Elder,  versed  in  sacred  story, 

Asks,  "  Whence  are  these  thus  throng- 
ing here  V 
Asks,  "  V/hence  are  these  thus  throng- 
ing here  V 
Ah,  these  come  up  from  tribulation. 
Their  robes  have  wash'd  from  ev'ry  stain 
In  his  rich  blood  who  once  was  slain, 
For  every  kindred,  tongue  and  nation. 
Cho. — Amen,  amen,  we  sing  ; 

That  precious  blood  was  given : 
Press  on,  press  on,  that  fountain's  near 
We'll  wash  and  enter  heaven. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

3  Ah,  blessed  land  !  where  eyes  are  tearless. 
All  pain  is  past,  and  sin  unknown  — 

Where  every  joy  is  pure  and  peerless, 
And  rapture  breathes  in  everv  tone — 
And  rapture  breathes  in  every  tone — 

There  Jesus  reigns  who  once  was  lowly, 
And  soon  before  him  we  shall  stand, 
Among  that  host,  with  harp  in  hand, 

With  angels,  crying  holy,  holy  ! 

Cho. — Amen,  amen,  we  sing  ; 

That  such  a  hope  was  given  : 

Press  on,  press  on,  we're  going  home. 

To  join  the  host  of  heaven. 


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TEI.L,    ME    SHEPHERIK 


1  Tell  me,  Shepherd,  from  above, 
Dearest  object  of  ray  love — 
Where  thy  little  flocks  abide, 
Sheltered  by  thy  bleeding  side. 

2  Tell  me.  Saviour,  all  divine^ 
Where  I  may  my  soul  recline — 
Where  I  shall  for  refuge  fly, 
When  the  burning  sun  is  high. 

3  Claim  me,  Shepherd,  as  thine  own ; 
0,  protect  me,  thou  alone; 

Let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice^ 
Make  my  flinty  heart  rejoice. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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I.IXTI.K    SAMUEL. 

When  little  Samuel  woke, 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 

At  every  word  he  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice  ; 

0,  blessed,  happy  child  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  mild  and  kind. 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  he  was  my  Friend, 

How  happy  should  I  be  ! 
0,  how  would  I  attend  ! 

The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear. 

If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

And  does  he  never  speak  ? 

0  yes  !  for  in  his  word 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard  ; 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 

When'er  I  read  his  word, 
**  Speak,  Lord,  I  would  obey 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  ;" 
And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear. 
Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


'TWAS    I.ONG    AGO. 


'Twas  long  ago,  when  Jesus  dwelt 

Upon  this  earth  of  ours  ; 
He  walked  among  its  moving  fields, 

Amid  its  blushing  flowers  ; 
And. then  those  gentle  words  ho  spake. 

So  kindly,  lovingly — 
"Let  all  the  heavy  laden  ones. 

And  weary,  come  to  me." 


2  Some  heard  the  call,  and  came  to  him. 

With  weary,  heavy  heart — 
And  never  did  a  single  one 

Uncomforted  depart ; 
One  touched  his  garment  in  the  crowd, 

And  found  a  balsam  there  ; 
One  washed  his  feet  with  joyful  tears. 

And  wiped  them  with  her  hair. 

3  And  now,  although  we  may  not  see 

The  Saviour's  beauteous  face, 
Nor  hear  his  voice  until  we  leave 

Our  earthly  dwelling  place  ; 
Yet,  if  we  love  him  here  awhile. 

And  serve  him  till  we  die. 
We  shall  at  last  go  up  and  dwell 

With  him  above  the  sky. 


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THE     CYMBAL. 


COIWE,    YE    CHILDREN,    AND 
ADORE    HliU. 


TEACHERS. 

1  Come,  ye  children,  and  adore  him, 

Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above  ; 
Come,  and  worship  now  before  him, 

He  hath  called  you  by  his  love. 
He  will  grant  you  every  blessing 

Of  his  all-abounding  grace  : 
Come,  with  humble  hearts  expressing 

All  your  gratitude  and  praise. 

CHILDREX. 

2  On  this  holy  day  of  gladness, 

We  will  join  in  praises  meet; 
Every  bosom  free  from  sadness — 

All  with  happiness  replete. 
0,  to  feel  the  love  of  Jesus  ! 

0,  to  know  that  from  above 
Still  our  heavenly  Father  sees  UxS 

With  an  eye  of  tender  love  ! 

TEACHERS. 

3  Dearest  children,  now  adore  him ; 

Swell  aloud  the  joyful  strain: 
Let  the  nations  bow  before  him — 

Echo  back  the  notes  again. 
While  he  will  accept  the  praises, 

E'en  from  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Those  to  him  an  infant  raises, 

Still  are  sweetest  of  the  song. 


*HE     CYMBAt'. 

TEACHERS   AND   CHILDREN". 

Praise  to  thee,  0  Lord,  for  ever, 

Gladly  now  we  all  unite  ; 
Praise  fo  th(e,  0  God  !  the  ^iver, 

Ble'ssed  Lord,  of  life  and  light ! 
Ransomed  nation,  spread  the  story  : 

Rescued  people,  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
All  his  grace  and  all  his  glory 

0  proclaim  for  evermore  ! 


80    REAl.iyiS    Oli*    THE    BLESSED. 

1  We  sing  of  the  realms  of  the  hless'd, 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair  ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confess'd — 
But  what  mast  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
But  what,  but  what, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

And  oft  are  its  glories  confess'd^ 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin,. 

Prom  sorrow,  temptation  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


Do  thou  Lord  ^midst  pleasure  or  woe, 
For  Heaven  our  spirits  prepare  ; 

Then  soon  shall  we  joyfully  knovr, 
And  feel,  what  it  is  to  be  there.- 


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THE    CYMBAL. 


CHARITY. 


1  Meek  and  lowly,  pure  and  holy, 

Chief  among  the  '*  blessed  three :'' 
Turning  sadness  into  gladness. 

Heaven-born  art  thou,  charity. 
Pity  reigneth  in  thy  bosom, 

Kindness  reigneth  o'er  thy  heart, 
Gentle  thoughts  alone  can  sway  thee, 

Judgment  hath  in  thee  no  part, 

2  Hoping  ever,  failing  never, 

Though  deceived,  believing  still ; 
Long  abiding,  all  confiding. 

To  thy  heavenly  Father's  will. 
Never  weary  of  well  doing, 

Never  fearful  of  the  end, 
Claiming  all  mankind  as  brothers, 

Thou  dost  all  mankind  befriend. 


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THE    SPIRIT    OF    PRATER. 

1  The  Lord  attends  when  children  pray — 

A  whisper  he  can  hear  ; 
He  knows  not  only  what  we  say, 
But  what  we  wish  or  fear. 

2  He  sees  us  when  we  are  alone, 

Though  no  one  else  can  see; 
And  all  our  thoughts  to  him  are  knoWD) 
Wherever  we  may  be» 


THE     CYMBAL. 

3  'Tie  not  enough  to  bend  the  knee, 

And  words  of  prayer  to  say  ; 
The  heart  must  with  the  lips  agree, 
Or  else  V^e  do  not  pl'ay. 

4  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  pray  aright — 

Thy  grace  to  us  impart, 
That  we  in  prayer  may  take  delight, 
And  serve  thee  with  the  heart. 

8  Then,  heavenly  Father,  at  thy  throne. 
Thy  praise  we  will  proclaim  ; 
And  daily  our  requests  make  known, 
In  our  Redeemer's  name. 


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tOVING    KINDNESS. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me. 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  free  ! 
His  loving  kindness,  loving  kindness, 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  free  I 
Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 
Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
And  sing,  vrith  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  3kie3. 


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Tll-E    CYMBAL. 


WHEN    SHAI.1^    WB    MEfi-T 
AOAIN  1 


1   When  shall  \vd  meet  again  ? 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  tvili  peace  wreatlie  her  chain 

Hound  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  nevef  r^fpose. 
Safe  from  the  blast  that  blowsy 
In  this  dark  vale  of  veoe's — 

Never^— no,  never ! 


2  When  shall  love  freely  ftdw 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sw^eet  friendship  gloW 

Changeless  for  ever  ? 
W^here  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fiil^ 
And  fears  of  parting  chill—- 

Never— no,  never ! 

%  Soon  shall  we  meet  again^-^ 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever: 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chaiii 

Round  us  for  ever : 
Our  hearts  shall  then  repose 
Secure  ftom  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close) 

Never^^no,  never  \ 


THE     CYMBAL. 

00  PARTING    HANB.  n 

1  Mj  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love,     \ 
y  Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove, 

(   Your  friendship's  like  the  strongeet  band, 
(    Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  company's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  mine  ear  : 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 


How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  awaj 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ! 
How  loth  we  are  to  leave  the  place. 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face  ! 
0,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind  ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

I  hope  3^ou  will  remember  niP, 
If  you  no  more  my  face  should  see  : 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 
0,  blessed  day  !  0,  glorious  hope  ! 
My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought.. 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand.    ' 


THE     CYMBAL. 


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CIIII.I>RE\'S    HOSANNA. 

1  Children  of  Jerusalem 

Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name  ; 
Children,  too,  of  later  days, 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 
Chorus. 

BOTS.  GIRLS. 

Ilark !  hark !  hark !  while  infant  voices  sing, 

BOYS.  GIRLS. 

Ilark!  hark!  hark!  while  infant  voices  sing 
ALL.      Loud  hosanna,  loud  hosanna, 
Loud  hosanna  to  our  King. 

2  We  are  taught  to  love  the  Lord, 
We  are  taught  to  read  his  word, 
We  are  taught  the  way  to  heaven, 
Praise  to  God  for  all  be  given. 

3  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  young, 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song  ; 
Higher  and  yet  higher  rise, 

Till  hosanna  reach  the  skies. 


87 


PRECIOUS    PROITfflSKS, 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  Word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  hath  fled  ? 


THE     CYMBAL. 

2  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health: 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth — 
At  home  and  abroad — on  the  land,  on  the 

sea — 
*'A8  thy  days  may  demand,   shall  thy 
strength  ever  be. 

3  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  still  leans  for 

repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes : 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
ni  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake.'^ 


88 


S\«rEET    REST    IN    HEAVEN. 

1  Come  schoolmates,  don't  grow  weary, 

But  let  us  journey  on, 
The  moments  will  not  tarry. 

This  life  will  soon  be  gone. 
The  passing  scenes  all  tell  us, 

That  death  will  surely  come, 
These  bodies  soon  will  moulder 

In  the  dark  and  dreary  tomb. 

CJiorus. — There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
There  is  sweet  rest, 
There  is  sweet  rest, 
There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 


THE    CYMBAL. 

Our  friends  have  gone  before  us, 

They  beckon  us  away  ; 
We  never  more  shall  see  them, 

'Till  the  fearful  judgment  day. 
But  we've  ^listed  in  the  army, 

We've  ^listed  for  the  war, 
AVe  will  fight  until  we  conquer, 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 

Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

He  bids  us  all  to  come  ; 
High  up  in  endless  glory, 

He  has  fitted  up  our  home. 
The  world,  and  flesh,  and  Satan, 

Will  strive  to  hedge  our  way, 
But  we'll  o'ercome  their  powers 

If  we  only  watch  and  pray. 

There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 

Then  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood ; 
And  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

Who  gives  us  every  good. 
And  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

Who  will  keep  us  to  the  end  ; 
All  glory  bo  to  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  Friend. 

There  is  sweet  rest,  etc. 


89 


THE     CYMBAL. 


THE  SABBATH  SCHOOL'S  TBJ£ 
F1.ACE. 


1  I  love  the  Sabbath  echool,  the  place 

My  youthful  feet  have  trod, 
Where  I  have  heard  of  ^Yisdom's  ways, 
That  lead  to  peace  and  God, 
That  lead  to  peace  and  God, 
That  lead  to  peace  and  God. 

2  I  love  the  Sabbath  school,  'tie  there 

The  praise  of  God  we  sing ; 
'Tis  there  we  bow  the  knee  in  prayer, 
To  God,  our  heavenly  King, 
To  God,  our  heavenly  King. 
To  God,  our  heavenly  King. 

3  I  love  the  Sabbath  school,  where  we 

The  holy  Bil>le  read, 
Which  tells  of  Christ,  who  came  to  be 
A  Saviour  in  our  need, 
A  Saviour  in  our  need, 
A  Saviour  in  our  need. 

4  0  that,  when  life's  few  cares  are  past, 

Our  teachers  we  may  meet, 
Upon  the  blissful  plains,  and  cast 
Our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet. 
Our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


90 


THE    CHII^DREN'S    FRIE.XD. 

1  There  is  a  friend  we  ought  to  love, 

More  than  all  friends  beside  ; 
His  name  is  Jesus — and  his  love 
For  ever  shall  abide. 
Come,  children,  then,  for  now  he  lives, 
And  praise  from  little  ones  receives ; 
With  lip  and  life  we'll  praise  his  name, 
And  not  forget  his  laws  again. 
What-— not  forget  again  ? 
No,  not  forget  again  ! 
What— not  forget  again? 
No,  not  forget  again  ! 
With  lip  and  life  we'll  praise  hisnamej, 
And  not  forget  his  laws  again. 

2  There  is  a  Word  we  ought  to  prize, 

More  than  all  words  beside  ; 
It  tells  how  Jesus  from  the  skies 
Came  down,  and  wept,  and  died. 
Come,  children,  then,  for  now  he  livc3, 
Sinners  from  every  land  receives  ; 
0,  let  us  spread  the  tidings  round, 
And  publish  wide  the  joyful  sound. 

What — spread  the  joyful  sound? 
Yes,  spread  the  joyful  sound  ! 

3  There  is  a  Land  we  ought  to  love 

More  than  all  lands  beside  ; 
The  land  of  glory,  light,  and  love, 
Where  all  the  saints  abide. 


THE     CYMBAL, 

Come,  children,  for  this  land  prepare, 
Tribes  of  all  nations  shall  be  there  ; 
0,  then  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
And  never,  never  part  again. 

What— never  part  again  ? 

No — never  part  again  !, 


91 


GOD    1SI.ESS    OUR    SUNDAY 
8CIIOOI.. 

1  God  ble^s  our  Sunday  school, 
Increase  cur  Sunday  school 

God  bless  our  school ; 
Send  down  thy  grace  divine, 
May  every  child  be  thine, 
And  love  all  hearts  entwine, 

God  bless  our  school. 

2  AH  our  dear  teachers  bless, 
0,  grant  them  large  success — 

In  winning  souls  ; 
May  they  encouraged  be, 
And  oft  around  them  see, 
Their  labors  crowned  by  thee — • 

God  bless  our  school. 

3  So  may  our  school  increase, 

In  knowledge,  love  and  peace — • 

God  bless  our  school ; 
And  when  death's  arrows  fly, 
And  useful  teachers  die. 
Their  places  still  supply — . 
God  bless  our  school. 


92 


THE     CYMBAL. 


THE   COII.B5S   THOUGHTS. 


1  Oh,  I  long  to  lie,  dear  mother, 

On  the  cold  and  fragrant  grass, 
With  nought  but  the  sky  above  my  head. 

And  the  shadowing  clouds  that  pass. 
And  I  want  the  bright,  bright  sunshine 

To  play  around  my  bed  ; 
I'll  close  my  eyes,  and  God  will  think 

Your  little  boy  is  d«ad. 


2  Then  Christ  will  send  an  angel 

To  take  me  up  to  him, 
He'll  bear  me  slow  and  steadily 

Far  through  the  ether  dim. 
He'll  gently,  gently  lay  me 

Close  to  the  Saviour's  side. 
And  when  I'm  sure  that  we're  in  Heaven 

My  eyes  I'll  open  wide. 

3  And  I'll  look  among  the  angels 

That  ptand  around  the  throne, 
Till  I  find  my  sister  Mar}^ 

For  I  know  she  must  be  one. 
And  when  I  find  her,  mother, 

We'll  go  away  alone, 
And  I  will  tell  her  how  we've  mourn'd 

The  while  she  has  been  gone. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

93  CREATION. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th^  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day. 

Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  display. 
And  publisTies  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 

The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale. 
And,  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth. 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  bum, 

And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll. 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pels. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 

Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found : 

6  In  reason''s  ear  they  all  rejoice. 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

*'  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.^' 


94 


THE     CYMBAL. 

THE    I^ITTIiE    FEOCK.  '    '  - 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding, 

With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care ; 
All  the  feeble,  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share. 
Now  these  little  ones  receiving. 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arms  : 
There,  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  5 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  thro'  life's  dangerous  way : 
Then  within  thy  fold  eternal. 

Let  them  find  a  resting  place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 


95 


JOYFUL  BE  OUR  NUMBERS. 

From  the  hill  and  valley,  far  away, 
We  come  with  merry  greetings  in  our  laj. 
Joyful,  joyful  be  our  numbers, 

Bursting  forth  the  soul  enlivening  lay, 

Swell  the   strain  to  music's  sweetest 

murmurs, 

Every  heart  now  hail  this  happy  day, 

Bursting  forth  the  soul  enlivening  lay, 

Hail !  0  hail !  this  happy,  happy  day. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Often  as  our  festal  day  rolls  round, 
We  hail  it  ever  with  harmonious  sound, 
Joyful,  joyful  be  our  numbers,  etc. 

(iolden  hours  are  fleeting  like  a  spell, 
We  meet,  too  soon  to  part  and  say  farewell. 
Joyful,  joyful  be  our  numbers,  etc. 

Give  the  hand  of  friendship,  ere  we  part, 
May  heaven  now  embalm  it  in  each  heart. 
Joyful,  joyful  be  our  numbers,  eto. 


96 


THE  SPIRITUAIi  CORONATION. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race — 

A  remnant  weak  and  small — 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


5  0  that,  with  yoiider  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


97 


ANTIOCH. 


1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 


2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


ISE    dYMBAL. 


THE   I/IOIST  IS  REAiniNC»4 

Fading  still  faditig,  the  last  beam  iS  gbin= 
ingj 
Fathei*  in  beaten  the  day  is  declltiirvg, 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  fofth  "vvith 
the  night, 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morn* 
ing  bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  fVonl 
crime, 
JPather  have  mercy,  father  have  merer, 
Father  have  mercy  through  Jestla  Christ 
(mr  Lord.     Amen. 


Father  iri  heaven,  0  hear  when  we  call. 
Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour 
of  all ;     ^ 
Feeble  and  fainting  wo  trust  in  thy  might, 
In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be 
our  light,  * 

Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night 
taper  burns, 
Wake  in  thy  arms  when  moftlin^  i*^ 
turns, 
Father  have  mercy,  father  have  mercy, 
Father  have  mercy  through  Jesus  Christ 
Ghrisfe  our  Lord.     Amen,- 


THE     CYMBAL. 

99    COMK    AND   REST,  YE  WEARY. 

1  Come  and  rest,  ye  weary, 

Come  where  happy  voices  greet ; 
While  the  evening  shades  surround  you, 
Rest,  rest,  rest,  and  be  your  slumber 

svs^eet, 
Rest,  rest,  rest,  and  be  your  slumber 

sweet 

2  Now  no  care  annoying  ; 

Sounds  of  toil  all  hushed  and  still ; 
Labor  sweet  reward  enjoying  ; 

Sleep,  sleep,  sleep,  and  fear  no  coming  ill, 
Sleep,  sleep,  sleep,  and  fear  no  coming  ill. 

3  Angel  guards  attending  ; 

Gild  thy  couch  with  hope's  glad  ray ; 
Golden  visions  kindly  sending  ; 

Bright,  bright,  bright  to  gild  the  coming 

day. 
Bright,  bright,  bright  to  gild  the  coming 

day. 


100 


THE    SONG   OF    JUBIEEE* 

1  Wake  tlie  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea : 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  ; 
Jeeus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 


THE    CYMBAL. 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

"  Christ,  of  lords  and  kings,  is  King,'^ 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore. 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  vehole  creation  sings, 

"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings.'' 


101 


UNIVERSAL     IIALLi:i.I7JAll4 


1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song. 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended. 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply: 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound, 
1 


THE     CYMBAL. 


102 


ORPHAN     PRAYER. 

1  I  love  to  stay  -n-hcrc  my  mother  sleeps, 
And  gaze  on  each  star  as  it  twinkling; 

peeps 
Through  that  bending  willow  which  lonely 

weeps 
O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave. 

Through  that  bending  willow 

O'er  my  mother's  grave. 

2  I  love  to  kneel  on  the  green  turf  there, 
Afar  from  the  scene  of  my  daily  care, 
And  breathe  to  my  Saviour  my  evening 

prayer 
O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave. 

3  I  still  remember  how  oft  she  led. 

And  knelt  me  by  her,  as  with  God  she  plead . 
That  I  might  be  his  when  the  clod  was 

spread 
O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave. 

4  I  love  to  think  how  'neath  the  ground. 
She  slumbers  in  death  as  a  captive  bound, 
She'll  slumber  no  more  when  the  trump 

shall  sound. 
O'er  my  mother's  grave, 
O'er  my  mother's  grave* 


103 


THE     CYMBAL. 


HAIL  THE  SABBAgrH    SCHOOI.. 


1  The  Sabbath  morn  is  breaking. 
The  Sabbath  bells  are  waking, 
Our  homes  with  joy  forsaking, 

We'll  join  the  Sabbath  school. 

Chorus. — Shout  and  sing, 

Wo  hail  the  Sabbath  school ! 

Shout  and  sing, 

AVc  hail  the  Sabbath  school ! 

2  How  joyful  is  the  meeting, 
Each  other  kindly  greeting, 
Sweet  hymns  of  praise  repeating, 

"While  in  the  Sabbath  school. 

3  'Tis  here  we  join  in  singing. 
Each  heart  a  tribute  bringing, 
And  loud  the  chorus  ringing, 

Hosanna  to  our  King. 

4  Our  teacher  we'll  remember, 
Ten  thousand  thanks  we  render, 
For  thoughts  of  us  so  tender, 

While  in  the  Sabbath  school. 

5  0  may  we  heed  the  warning. 
That  like  this  pleasant  morning. 
With  all  the  sweets  adorning. 

Our  life  sweet  pass  away. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

104:     COIWE,    YE    DISCONSOLATE. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 

guish ; 
Come  to  the  mercy  scat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here   bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here 

tell  your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 

heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying. 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure. 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  say- 
ing, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ,-  see  waters 

flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from 

above ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;   come,  ever 

knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can 

remove. 


105 


LET  EVERY  HEART  REJOICE. 

1  Let  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  and  sing ; 
Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 
Ye  rev'rend  men  and  children  bring 
To  God  your  sacrifice ; 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Ch(yrus. — For  he  is  good ; 

The  Lord  is  good,  • 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways  ; 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
The  Lord  Jehovah  praise. 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills. 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  ; 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song. 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

2  lie  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 
In  heaven  his  pow'r  is  known  ; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 
Bow  low  before  his  throne. 

For  he  is  good,  etc. 


SHOUT    THE    GliAD    TIDINGS. 


106 

1  Zion  !  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his 
birth, 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excel- 
ling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns 
upon  earth. 

Chorus. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  : 
Jeinisalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart^heering  news  let  the  earth 
echo  round ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salva- 
tion, 
IIow  his  people  with  joy  everlasting 
are  crown'd. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

3  Mortals !     your    homage    be    gratefully 

bringing. 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise ; 
Ye  ang(ds,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


107 


ONLY    1VAITING. 

1  Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown, 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown. 
Till  the  night  of  earth  is  faded 

From  the  heart  once  full  of  day. 
Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking 

Thro'  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 

2  Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Ilave  the  last  sheaf  gathered  home, 
For  the  summer  time  is  faded, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

Quickly,  reapers,  quickly  gather 

The  last  ripe  hours  of  ray  heart ; 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered, 

And  I  hasten  to  depart. 
3  Only  waiting  till  the  angels 

Open  Avide  the  mystic  gate, 
At  whose  feet  I  long  have  lingered, 

Weary,  poor,  and  desolate. 
Eren  now  I  hear  their  footsteps, 

And  their  voices  far  away  ; 
If  they  call  me,  I  am  waiting, 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 
« . 

108  C^OI>   OF    THJ^  FATHERIiESS. 

1  When  the  sun  gloriously  comes  forth  from 

the  ocean, 

Making  earth  beautiful,  chasing  shad- 
ows away ; 
Thus  do  we  offer  thee  our  prayer  of  devo- 
tion, 

God  of  the  Fatherless,  guide  us,  guard 
us  to-day. 

2  When  o'er  the  western  hills,  the  sunset 

tints  blending, 
Show  us  how  quickly  fades  all  that  on 
earth  seems  bright, 
When  to  unfading  realms  our  prayer  is 
ascending, 
God  of  the  fatherless,  guide  us,   guard 
us  to-night. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


109 


STRIKE    THE   CTTIUBAIj. 

Strike  the  cymbal,  roll  the  tymbal, 
Let  the  trump  of  triumph  sound  ; 
From  the  river,  rejecting  quiver, 
Judah's  hero  takes  the  stone. 

Po-werful  slinging  !  Headlong  bringing 
Proud  Goliath  to  the  ground. 
Spread  your  banners!  Shout  hosanaas! 
Battle  is  the  Lord's  alone. 

See  advances,  with  songs  and  dances, 
Catch  the  sound  ye  hills  and  waters, 
All  the  band  of  Israel's  daughters ; 

Spread  your  banners!  Shout  hosannas  ! 
Battle  is  the  Lord's  alone. 
God  of  thunder,  rend  asunder 

All  the  povsrer  Philistia  boasts ! 
What  are  nations?  What  their  stations? 
■     Israel's  God  is  Lord  of  hosts. 

What  are  haughty  monarchs  now  ?    . 
Lo  !  before  Jehovah  bow  ! 

Pride  of  princes,  strength  of  kings, 
To  the  dust  Jehovah  brings. 
Praise  him  !  praise  him,  exulting  nations, 

praise, 
Praise  him!  praise  him,  exulting  nations, 
praise. 

Hosanna,  Hosanna,  Ilosanna. 


THE     CYMBAL. 


110 


DOXOIiOGY. 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
:Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below ;:y: 

Praise  him  above,  Praise  him  above, 
•.Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host,:||: 
:Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

: II : Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen,:l|: 


TRIUIWPHANT    ZION. 


Ill 

1  Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 

From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And    gird     thee    with    thy    Saviour's 
strength ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 

And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 

And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer. 

His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 

To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


U2 


THE     CYMBAL. 


DAUGHTER  OF   ZIOX. 


1  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thj  sad- 
ness; 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  theo 
no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  tlie  daystar  of 
gladness; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  ia 
o'er. 


2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  hut  the   arm   that 
subdued  them, 
And     scattered     their     legions,     was 
mightier  far  ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them  ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 
of  war. 


3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath 
saved  thee, 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  en- 
slaved thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Ziop 
is  free. 


U3 


THE     CYMBAL. 


JOYOUS     HEARTS. 


1  Our  heaits  are  young  and  joyous, 

'Tis  spring  time  with  us  now  ; 
The  dew  of  life's  bright  morning 

Is  fresh  upon  each  brow. 
The  world  to  us  seems  pleasant, 

We  love  its  joys  to  share ; 
God,  in  his  tender  kindness, 

Hath  made  it  very  fair. 

2  The  smiling  sun  of  summer, 

The  blooming  buds  and  flowers, 
The  gentle  rain  descending 

In  soft,  refreshing  showers; 
The  love  of  those  who  love  us 
•     The  kindness  of  our  friends, 
All  those  good  gifts  remind  U8 

God's  goodness  never  ends. 

3  And  when  upon  our  foreheads 

The  silver  locks  shall  fall : 
Or  early  comes  the  shadow, 

"Which  comes  alike  to  all, 
Still  safe  upon  thy  bosom 

Our  spirits  shall  recline. 
And  'mid  the  joys  of  heaven 

We  shall  be  ever  thine! 


U4 


THE     CYMBAL. 


WHEN    THE    SUN    SHINES 
BRIGHT. 

[Written  expressly  for  the  Cymbal.] 


1  When  the  sun  shines  bright  and  glorious, 

And  the  song  bird  chants  his  lay, 
Over  care  and  its  snares,  victorious, 
We  have  met  on  this  sacred  day. 

2  We  will  sing  of  the  home  that's  above  us, 

And  our  friends  that  have  gone  there 
before — 
Of  the  Saviour  that  fondly  does  love  us 
And  who  stands  on  its  beautiful  shore. 

3  He  will  welcome  us  home  to  its  glory. 

And  the  joys  that  will  last  there,  for  aye, 
And  we'll  sing  of  his  life's  wondrous  story 
In  the  light  of  eternity's  day. 

4  For  he  died  for  the  young  and  the  aged. 

For  the  sinner,  the  saint,  and  the  sage ; 
And  the  fierce  powers  of  darkness  engaged, 
That  our  names  might  be  wrote  on  life's 
page. 

5  Then  up,  and  be  working,  and  doing, 

For  this  life  is  uncertain  and  vain. 
With  bold  hearts  the  race  still  pursuing. 
And  the  prize  of  our  Saviour  we'll  gain. 
C.  M.  C. 


THE     CYMBAL. 
-|]C      THERE   IS   A    REAPER,      fltf 

1  There  is  a  Reaper,  whose  name  is  death. 

And,  with  his  sickle  keen, 
/He  reaps  the  bearded  grain  at  a  breath. 
And  the  flowers  that  grow  between. 

2  Shall  I  have  nought  that  is  fair?  saith  he ; 

Have  nought  but  the  bearded  grain  ? 
Though  the   breath  of   these  flowers  is 
sweet  to  me 
I  will  give  them  all  back  again. 

3  He  gazed  at  the  flowers  with  tearful  eye?. 

He  kissed  their  drooping  leaves  ; 
It  was  for  the  Lord  of  Paradise 
He  bound  them  in  his  sheaves. 

4  My  Lord  has  need  of  these  flowerets  gay. 

The  Reaper  said,  and  trailed ; 
Dear  tokens  of  the  earth  they. 
Where  he  was  once  a  child. 

5  They  shall  all  bloom  in  fields  of  light, 

Transplanted  by  my  care ; 
And  saints,  upon  their  garments  whit-e, 
These  sacred  blossoms  wear. 

C  And  the  mother  gave,  in  tears  and  pain. 
The  flowers  she  most  did  love  ; 
She  knew  she  should  find  them  all  again 
In  the  fields  of  light  above. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

11  n    HEAR,    FATHER,    HEAR    OUR 
110  PRAYER. 

[Chant.] 

1  Hear !  Father,  hear  our  prayer  ! 

Thou  who  art  Pity  where  sorrow  pre- 
vaileth, 
Thou  who  art  Safety  when  mortal  help 
faileth, 
Strength  to  the  feeble,   and   Hope  to 
despair. 
Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 

2  Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer  ! 

Wandering  unknown  in  the  land  of  the 
stranger, 
Be  with  all  travellers  in  sickness  or  dan- 
ger, 
Guard  thou  their  path,  guide  their  feet 
from  the  snare. 
Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer  ! 

3  Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer  ! 

Still  thou  the  tempest,  night's  terrors 
revealing, 
In  lightning  flashing,   in  thy  thunders 
pealing: 
Save  thou  the  shipwrecked,   the  V03-- 
ager  spare. 
Hear  !  Father,  hear  our  prayer ! 


117 


THE     CYMBAL. 

THE  TIME  TO   PRAY, 
[Chant.] 

1  Morn  is  the  time  to  pray, 
Before  the  cares  of  day 

Steal  on  the  hours. 
Just  when  the  saffron  hue 
Tinges  the  Eastern  blue, 
Spangling  the  early  dew 

On  fragrant  flowers. 

2  Noon  is  the  time  to  pray, 
'Mid  busy  scenes  of  day 

'  We  need  it  more  ; 

Tis  then  the  heavenly  dove 

May  test  our  plighted  love, 

His  snowy  pinions  move, 

And  from  us  soar. 

3  Eve  is  the  time  to  pray, 
Just  when  the  tints  of  day 

Die  in  the  West; 
When  violets  sweetly  weep, 
And  weary  xephyrs  sleep 
Upon  the  mighty  deep, 

In  quiet  rest. 

4  How  sweet  is  solemn  prayer- 
We  breathe  the  balmy  air 

Of  heaven's  clime. 
Dews  from  celestial  flowers, 
Odoriferous  bowers, 
Fall  on  us  in  these  hours 

Of  holy  time. 


118 


THE     CYMBAL. 

THE  LORD  IS  ]?IY    SHEPHERD, 

[Cbant.] 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  I  shall  not 

want :  he  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in 
green  pastures;  he  leadeth  me  beside 
the  still  waters. 

2  He  restoreth  my  soul ;  he  leadeth  me  in 

the  paths  of  righteousness  for  his  name's 
sake  ;  yea,  though  I  walk  through  the 
valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will 
fear  no  evil ;  for  thou  art  wit-h  me  ;  thy 
rod  and  thy  staff  they  comfort  me. 

3  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me,  in  the 

presence  of  mine  enemies:  Thou 
anointest  my  head  with  oil ;  my  cup 
runneth  over. 

4  vSurely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow 

me  all  the  days  of  my  life  and  I  shall 
dwell  in  tlie  House  of  the  Lord  for  ever. 


119 


TilE    CYMBAL. 


PRAISE  OI*  ]*I1JSIC. 


1  0  harmony,  my  heart's  delight ! 

My  joy  and  solace  day  and  nighk : 
Thee  have  I  chosen  for  my  own, 

And  thou  shalt  be  my  love  alone. 
All  sorrow  I  behind  me  fling, 

And  raise  my  heart  and  voice  to  sing  ^ 
And  music  thou  shalt  ever  be, 

A  rich  inheritance  to  me. 

2  Let  those  contemn  who  prove  thee  not, 

I  leave  them  to  their  tuneless  lot ; 
And  when  distress  or  cares  assail, 

If  thou  my  solace  ne'er  should  fail, 
All  sorrow  I  behind  me  fling, 

And  raise  my  heart  and  voice  to  sing  ; 
For  music,  thou  shalt  ever  be, 

A  rich  inheritance  to  me. 

3  But  when  sore  griefs  oppress  the  heart, 

When  health,  and  joy,  and  strength 
depart, 
My  heart  in  grateful  love  shall  swell 
To  him  who  doeth  all  things  w^ell ; 
To  him  of  life  and  light  the  spring, 

I  raise  my  heart  and  voice  to  sing  ; 
Then  music,  thou  indeed  shall  be 
A  rich  inheritance  to  me. 
8 


120 


THE    CYMBAL. 
THE   FOOT  TKAVEIiLER. 


i 

1  On  foot  I  gaily  take  my  way,  hurrah  ! 
O'or  mountains  bare  and  meadows  grty, 

hurrah  ! 
And  he  who  is  not  of  my  mind, 
Another  trav'ling  mate  may  find, 

He  cannot  go  with  jne, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  el.;. 

2  No    snail-paced  friend    I  want,    not  I, 

hurrah  ! 
At  every  step  to  pause  and  sigh,  hurrah ! 
No  gloomy  man  to  scow-  and  groan, 
And  over  others'  sins  m.'ke  moan, 

I'd  rather  trudge  a; one, 

Hurrah,  hurrahj  etc. 

3  l^his  is  the  merry  singe's  Tfa;Jr,  hurrah  ! 
His  footpath  is  with  ru.-  s  gay,  hurrah  ! 
In  every  land  where  so  :  i;  is  known, 
Where  music  meets  an  rnswering  tone, 

That  land  his  own  must  be, 
Hurrah,  hurrah,  e  e. 


Foot- travel  to  the  gay  is  fnveet,  hurrah  I 
Butheavy  hearts  make  )i  ;avyfeet,  hurrah 
The  man  who  loves  tJK^  sunshine  bright, 
And  never  peeps  behiu-i  lor  night, 

That  is  the  man  for  me, 

Hurrah,  hurrah,  etc. 


121 


THE     CYMBAL. 


«*A   IflAN'^    A    MAN    FOR  ALIi 

THAT." 


1  We  vr'ill  not  blush  for  poverty, 

Nor  hang  our  heads  and  ail  that : 
Tho^  wealthy  folks  may  pass  us  by, 

A  man's  a  man  for  all  that : 
For  all  that,  and  all  that, 

Our  toils  obscure  and  all  that, 
Their  rank  is  but  the  guinea's  stamp, 

A  man's  a  man  for  all  that. 

2  The  king  may  make  a  knight,  or  lord, 

A  marquis,  dake,  and  all  that; 
But  honesty  needs  no  reward. 

And  kings  can  never  ];uy  that. 
For  all  that,  and  all  that, 

The  pride  of  birth  and  all  that ; 
Good  sense  and  worth,  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Are  better  things  than  all  that. 

3  Then  let  us  prry,  that  come  it  may, 

As  come  it  v  •]!  for  all  that; 
When  with  the  might  shall  be  the  right, 

And  truth  si  ;ili  reign,  and  all  that. 
For  all  that,  ai  I  all  that, 

^Tis  coming  :  till,  for  all  that ; 
When   man  w    h   man,  the  wide   world 

o'er, 
i  Shall  brothe  -:  be,  and  all  that. 


122 


THE     CYMBAL. 


MY    MOTHER    DEAR< 


There  -was  a  place  in  childhood, 

That  I  remember  well ; 
And  there  a  A^oice  of  sweetest  tone, 

Bright  fairy  tales  did  tell ; 
And  gentle  words,  and  fond  embrace. 

Were  given  with  joy  to  me, 
When  I  was  in  that  happy  place, 

Upon  my  mother's  knee. 

My  mother  dear,  my  mother  dear. 
My  gentle,  gentle  mother  ! 

When  fairy  tales  were  ended, 

*'  Good  night,"  she  softly  said, 
And  kissed  and  laid  me  down  to  Bleep, 

Within  my  tiny  bed  ; 
And  holy  words  she  taught  me  there, 

Methinks  I  yet  can  see 
ller  angel  eye,  as  close  I  knelt 

Beside  my  mother's  knee, 

In  the  sickness  of  my  childhood. 

The  perils  of  my  prime, 
The  sorrows  of  my  riper  years, 

The  cares  of  every  time  ; 
When  dopbt  or  danger  weighed  me  (^Qwn, 

Then  pleading  all  for  me, 
It  was  a  fervent  prayer  to  Heaveij 

That  bent  my  mother's  knee,  ^ 


123 


THE     CYMBAL. 


TMX:    INGLE    SIDE. 


1  It's  rare  to  see  the  morning  breeze, 

Like  a  bonfire  frae  the  sea ; 
It's  fair  to  sec  the  burnie  ki^s 

The  lip  o'  the  flow'ry  lea  ; 
An'  fine  it  is  on  green  hillside, 

Where  hums  the  bonny  bee, 
But  rarer,  fairer,  finer  far, 

Is  the  Ingle  side  for  me. 

2  Glens  may  be  gilt  wi'  gowans  rare, 

The  birds  may  fill  the  tree, 
And  haughs  hae  a'  the  scented  ware 

That  simmer  growth  can  gie  ; 
But  the  canty  hearth  Avhere  cronies  meet, 

An'  the  darling  o'  our  e'e. 
That  makes  to  us  a  warl'  complete — 

0,  the  Ingle  side  for  me  ! 


124 


MLY    OWN     DEAR    MOUNTAIN 
HOIUE. 

1  Farewell,  my  mountain  home  1 

No  more  shall  I  behold 
My  bosom  friends,  they  all  are  gone, 

My  sunny  hearth  is  cold. 
Far  from  the  scenes  of  infancy, 

Tho'  distant  we  may  roam, 
The  heart  still  fondly  turns  to  thee> 

My  own  dear  mountain  home. 


THE     CYMBAL. 

I  gazed  on  other  sunny  hills, 

A  tear-drop  wet  my  eye  ; 
I  heard  soft  strains  of  music  float, 

I  heard  a  heart-drawn  sigh  ; 
I  stood  upon  the  shore  and  looked 

Far  o'er  the  ocean's  foam, 
To  catch  one  parting  glance  of  thee. 

My  own  dear  mountain  home. 


125 


THE    DEAREST    SPOT. 

1  The  dearest  spot  of  earth  to  me 

Is  Home,  sweet  home  1 
The  fairy  land  I  long  to  see 

Is  Home,  sweet  home  ! 

Home,  sweet  home  ! 
There  how  charmed  the  sense  of  hearing  ! 
There,  where  love  is  so  endearing. 
All  the  world  is  not  so  cheering  ! 

As  Home,  sweet  home  I 

2  I've  taught  my  heart  the  way  to  prize 

My  Home,  sweet  home, 
I've  learned  to  look  with  lover's  eyes 

On  Home,  sweet  home  ! 

Home,  sweet  home  ! 
There  where  vows  are  truly  plighted  ! 
There,  where  hearts  are  so  united ! 
All  the  world  besides  I've  slighted 

For  Home,  sweet  home  ! 


CONTENTS. 


*•* 

Hymx. 

Opening  Hymn     ------  1 

We're  going  Home  to  Die  no  More           -  2 

We  are  Passing  Away          -        -         .        -  3 

0  Come,  Let  us  Sing        -         -        .        -  4 

1  have  a  Father  in  the  Promised  Land         -  5 

Walk  in  the  Light 6 

I  know  Thou  art  Gone          -        -         -         .  7 

Would  You  be  as  Angels  are    -        -        -  8 

Happy  Greeting  to  All          -        -        -        .  9 

Watchman        -----,  10 

Jubilee  -         -         -         -         -         -._n 

The  Anchor     ------  12 

The  Sabbath  School     -----  13 

Kind  Words     ------  14 

Sunday  School  Army            -        -        -        -  15 

Around  the  Throne           -        .        .        _  iq 

Holy  Bible 17 


CONTENTS. 

Hymn. 

I  Want  to  bo  an  Angel     -        -        -        -  is 

Como,  Let  us  Sing  of  Jesus           .        _        _  19 

Bible  Truths 20 

Fleet  Street           21 

Happy  Day      ----,-  22 

Oh,  Who's  like  Jesus  ?           ....  23 

Hark !  the  Angels  Singing       ...  24 

Joyfully,  Joyfully        .        -        ...  25 

The  Promised  Land          ....  26 

Homeward  Bound 27 

We  all  Love  one  Another  (Infant  Song)  -  23 

The  Prodigal  Son 29 

Blessed  Things 2() 

How  Happy  are  They  -        -        -        -        .31 

The  Angels  told  Me  so     -        -        -        -  32 

Zion 33 

Festive  Song    --.---  34 

Star  of  the  Evening     -        -        -        -        .  35 

Rest  for  the  Weary           ....  36 

Sweetly  Singing  -----.  37 

Never  Forget  the  Sabbath  School     -        -  38 

Bemomber  thy  Creator         .        -        .        -  3§ 

Bock  of  Ages           .        .        _        .        _  40 

Frederick     -        - 41 

Vesper  Hymn           .....  42 

Angels  Coming    ------  43 


C50NTENTS. 


0,  I'll  be  a  Good  Child     - 
Withered  Leaves  ... 

Saviour's  Tomb        .        .        - 
Hosanna      -        .        ,        -        - 
Light  in  the  Window 
B.eyond  the  River  .... 
Shining  Shore    .... 
Reaping  Time        •         ,         .        . 
Hosanna  to  the  Lamb         .         , 
Childhood's  Happy  Hours      .        , 
Heavenly  Father  Grant  thy  Blessin 
Sabbath  Concert    .... 
Speak  Gently     .... 

Be  Kind 

Hurrah  !    To  the  Woods  We  Go  ! 

Jesus,  I  my  Cross  have  Taken 

Say,  Brothers,  Will  You  Meet  Us  ? 

A  Song  of  Hope  and  Friendship   . 

Dewy  Rose  of  Sharon 

Song  of  Gladness 

Like  Gleams  of  Light 

Softly  Sleeping      .         .         .        • 

Winds  May  Blow  (Infant  Song) 

A  Home  Beyond  the  Tide 

Watch  the  Little  Feet 

Child's  Dosire        .        .        ,        , 


CONTENTS. 


A  Home  in  the  Skies 

Jacob's  Ladder       .... 

Beautiful  World 

Waving  Willows    .... 

Twinkle  Little  Star  (Infant  Song) 

Behold  a  Host       .... 

Tell  Me  Shepherd 

Little  Samuel        .... 

'Twas  Long  Ago 

Come,  ye  Children  and  Adore  Him 

Realms  of  the  Blest  . 

Charity 

The  Spirit  of  Prayer 

Loving  Kindness  .... 

When  Shall  We  Meet  Again 

Parting  Hand         .... 

Children's  Hosanna   . 

Precious  Promises 

Sweet  Rest  in  Heaven 

The  Sabbath  School 's  the  Place 

The  Children's  Friend 

God  Bless  our  Sunday  School 

The  Child's  Thoughts 

Creation 

The  Little  Flock        .        ; 
Joyful  be  our  Numbers 


CONTENTS. 


HVMK. 


Tbe  Spiritual  Coronation 

Antioch  * 

The  Light  is  Beaming 

Come  and  Ilest,  ye  Weary 

The  Song  of  JuToileo 

Universal  Hallelujah     , 

Orphan  Prayer 

Hail  the  Sabbath  School 

Come,  ye  Disconsolate 

Let  every  Heart  Rejoice 

Shout  th6  Glad  Tidings 

Only  Waiting        .        , 

God  of  the  Fatherless 

Strike  the  Cymbal 

Doxology   .         * 

Triumphant  Zion 

Daughter  of  Zion 

Joyous  Hearts 

When  the  Sun  Shines  Bright 

There  is  a  Reaper  (Chant)    . 

Hear,  Father,  hear  our  Prayer  (Chant) 

The  Time  to  Pray  (Chant)    . 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  (Chant) 

Praise  of  Music     .... 

The  Foot  Traveller 

"A  Man  's  a  Man  for  All  That"  . 


CONTENDS. 

My  Mother  Dear 122 

The  Ingle  Side       .         .         .         :         .  .123 

My  Own  Dear  Mountain  Honie          .        .  124 

The  Dearest  Spot          ,        .        .        .  .125 


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